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Lena's New Life Ch. 02

By: toomuchinmyhead



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

I will publish the first few chapters close together, to get the series started, because the hot stuff starts a little later.

Constructive criticism is welcome. Destructive, insulting comments, moralist preaching and violent impulses are not. 

*

When she awoke the next morning she was alone in the bed, as she usually was. He was an early riser; she liked to sleep in. "My beauty rest," she always called it, "it's how I stay young." And he could not deny that she always looked younger than she was. He knew it wasn't just the sleep, though. It was her enthusiasm for living, her spirit, and the way she enjoyed life; some of the very things that made her attractive and easy to love helped to keep her young.

When she got to the kitchen the coffee was on, but he wasn't there. While she stirred her cup she heard a noise outside. She looked out the window to see him dressed and cleaning out the car. She went back to the bedroom, and put on some sweats. She tried running a brush through her hair, gave up, tied it back in a pony and put on a ball cap that was hanging in the closet.

He looked up when he heard the door open, and stopped what he was doing. Still carrying the small bag of trash he was collecting out of her truck, he came to her as she sat on the stoop, and kissed her good morning.

"You're awake. Good. I was just getting the car ready."

"Ready for what?" she asked, pulling her knees up as she sat, and held the coffee mug on her knee.

"We're taking a little trip," he said, and turned back to the car, "and we're leaving right after you get ready." 

"Trip? Great! Where?"

He stopped and turned to look at her. "Sorry. Not telling. It'll be fun, and we're going to enjoy the hell out of." He went back to work cleaning litter out of the door pockets. 

"A Surprise? OK, I'm game. I'll go shower." She stood, and went back inside.

She was wrapped in a towel when she came out of the bathroom, fresh and steamy from the shower. He was in the kitchen, unplugging the coffee maker and microwave. 

"What are you doing?"

"Getting ready to leave. Can't leave this stuff plugged in while we're away."

"Away? I thought we were going for a trip, you know, a day. Coming back tonight, no?"

"No, we'll be away for, um, well, more than a day. Can't tell ya." He kissed her, grabbed her ass under the towel. "It's a surprise." He grinned, and went into the living room. She saw him setting the timer he had plugged the lamp into.

"A couple of days, I have to pack! Why didn't you tell me? Now I have to rush! Where's the suit-"

"No"

"-case, I think it's in the attic. Did you pack alr-"

"No."

"What, no?" He was standing, facing her. She was halfway up the hall to the bedroom, and had stopped and turned back when she heard him.

"Slave."

"Slave? Oh, you- oh, yeah, OK." She smiled. "OK, I'll be your sex slave as soon as I pack."

"SLAVE." He insisted, more forcefully. He repeated it again, slowly, clearly. No anger. "Slave. Now"

"Excuse me?" she was a little put off by his tone.

"Obey me, Slave." He was calm, but his tone was serious, severe. He took a few steps towards her. "Obey me. You have expressed your desire to be my sex slave. I know you are new at this, but you need to remember. I will not allow any defiance or disobedience. The rule is, when I say 'Slave' you are to follow my commands. Correct?"

Well, she thought, I guess it starts here. "Correct."

"Say it. Say, 'I am your sex slave, and I will do as you say'."

"I am your sex slave," she repeated, "I will do as you say."

"Good. Stop worrying about packing. Your Master has taken care of everything. You will not argue. You will go inside, dress, and do your hair and makeup. You will pack one change of clothes and your makeup. You will be done in 45 minutes. Do you understand?"

She understood, all right. But this wasn't sex. She didn't recall volunteering to be ordered around like she was some kind of idiot -

"Take off your towel, slave. Do not speak." She stopped talking, hesitated, then pulled the towel off. "Drop it. Stand naked and silent, so I can admire your beauty." She stood, and watched as he looked her over. She didn't consider herself all that great to look at, but she knew he saw something else when he looked at her, and that he liked to see her naked. Even after all these years. She waited, wondering if he was getting aroused. Was his dick getting hard?

"Very nice, slave. You have a very sexy body." He was looking down at her tits, and she felt a little chill, and her nipples began to get hard. "A very sexy slave. You look very hot. Your tits look great." He stepped back a bit, looked down between her legs. "Spread your feet apart a little bit, slave. Just a little." She did. She watched him as he was looking down at her pussy. Her nipples were fully hard now. She had to admit she was getting a little aroused. "Slave, put your finger in your pussy." She hesitated, and he added, "put it in your mouth first, get it wet, then put your hand between your legs and slip that wet finger into your pussy. Hold it there until I say to remove it."

She raised her hand to her mouth. He was looking directly at her, staring directly into her eyes. She looked back into his as the middle finger of her right hand slipped into her mouth, and she swirled her tongue around it. She pulled it out of her mouth and kept looking into his eyes as she dropped her hand to her crotch. She pushed her hips forward a little to give her better access, and the wet finger slid in between her labia and into her pussy. She stood there, and waited.

"When I say, 'normal' you will go inside, dress, do your hair and makeup, and pack a single change of clothes. Do you understand, slave?"

"I understand." The padded part of her palm was pressing a little against her clit, and she was a little wet down there, and it was not from the saliva on her finger. 

"You will be able to talk freely, but you will not question or argue what is going on. Do you understand, Slave?"

"I understand."

"Good. Take your finger out of your pussy and put it back in your mouth." She did. It was still warm and wet as she put it back into her mouth. She could taste a little bit of her flavor. She recognized the taste from past experiences, when they had ... 

"Does that taste good, Slave?" he interrupted her thoughts.

She nodded. "You may take the finger out of your mouth." She did, standing, feet still slightly apart, waiting; nipples hard, pussy kind of hot. "Tell me that you liked the taste." 

"I liked the taste, it was good."

"The taste of what?"

"The taste of my finger. My pussy. I liked the taste of my pussy on my finger."

"Very good, slave. Pick up your towel. Normal."

She kissed him on the lips, smiled happily, and picked up the towel. She walked naked down the hallway to the bedroom to get dressed.

She closed the door, and as she finished drying herself she tried to sort out what had happened, and how she felt about it. It was different, being told what to do. Like it was happening to someone else, almost. Was she supposed to get excited from that? She had tasted herself in the past, on fingers, even on his dick. She had put her fingers in her pussy before, alone, and last night, with him. But this had been different. And, as she dried her pubic hair with the towel, it DID get her excited. She stopped toweling, and touched herself, felt her clit a little swollen with excitement, and the wetness inside her. I better get dressed, she thought.

*

For an hour and a half they drove, chatting about this and that. They had left the city and its traffic an hour before, and the scenery was changing, the neighborhoods seeming less congested. She stopped talking when she saw him turn on the signal and head for the highway exit.

"Are we here?" she was looking around as though a familiar destination would appear at the side of the road.

"No, no, just a quick stop. An errand on the way."

"Oh," and she settled back in her seat. They continued their conversation as he negotiated several turns, ending up on a main road, lined with stores, restaurants and parking lots. Of the topics they discussed after winning the Lottery, they made sure they discussed how NOT to spend all their new wealth like a fireball and end up one of those tragic Lottery Bankruptcies. They would pay all their bills and debts, set aside the bulk of their winnings to generate income, and put some aside to enjoy. Now he said to her, "I want you to know I have made a decision to spend some of our 'fun money'," he glanced over to her, watching the traffic. "We need to make this one stop, and then we'll get right back on the road." 

"Yeah, OK. I'm fine, honey." 

"Ah, here it is, good." He turned to face her as he changed lanes. "Slave."

"Wha- oh. Right." She paused. "What did you make me say this morning? Oh, yeah," she grinned, "I am your sex slave," she said with an exaggerated sultry tone, "I will do as you say." 

They pulled into the parking lot, and she saw the sign on the neat but unremarkable building. SWEET DREAMS. Adult Novelties and Toys. He parked, got out, and she followed.

She followed him to the counter, where a salesgirl with a stud piercing her lower lip was finishing with the only other customer in the store. She looked around as they waited. They had bought a vibrator once, in an adult store, but that had been kind of a skanky, cheesy place. This was bright, clean, well presented. More like a well-stocked gourmet store. 

The customer finished, and they stepped to the counter. He gave his name, and said, "We spoke on the phone yesterday. There should be several orders ready?"

"Yes, sir; three, they're ready." Several? she thought. How many toys can you use? The salesgirl bent down, and lifted a box up onto the counter. It was about the size of one of those file boxes that you put hanging files into. How big were the three things to need a box that big?

"That's one, that's the-" but he cut her off. 

"Please," he said, smiling, "no details. It's a surprise." 

"Oh, OK. Sorry." The salesgirl looked at Lena, then back at him. "Then may I say, excellent choices." He thanked her, and she bent down behind the counter again, coming back up with a slightly smaller box. "The second," she said. 

She realized then, not three Items. Three ORDERS. He had purchased three separate orders of products from an Adult Toy Store!

"The third order I'd like shipped to this address, please." He handed the salesgirl a paper, and a credit card. 

"It will be delivered in 7 days, sir, she said passing the credit slip to be signed. He thanked her, and tipped her $20.

Back at the truck, he placed the larger box in the back of the truck. He opened her door, let her in, and placed the smaller box in her lap. "This is for you, Slave," he said, reminding her. "But don't open it until I say so."

"OK," she replied. He closed her door and walked around to his side, got it, and started the truck. He pulled out into traffic, saying, "You may open the box, slave. You will show me each thing as you take them out, and describe them to me."

She pulled the flaps up and looked inside. The first things she saw were a slim, pink vibrator and a black eye blinders. She picked up the blinders first, putting the box on the floor by her feet. "It's a ... blindfold," she realized. She looked at him, but he did not look back at her. "Continue, slave. Describe it." She watched as he navigated off the road again, and pulled into a fast-food drive through. 

She continued. "It's black leather on the outside of the blindfold," she said, turning it over in her hands. "With plush red cushioned, um, silk on the inside." She held it up to her face. "They're big, they really cover. The strap has Velcro."

"Very good, slave. Do they look comfortable?"

"Oh, sure. I'll be able to sleep all day in these."

"They're not for sleeping, honey. Um, Slave. Do you want a coffee? A Soda? We're going to eat when we get there, so don't get food now."

"Sure. Soda is fine. Thanks." She grinned. "Master."

He ordered the drinks, and said, "What's next in the box?"

She reached in, sat back up. "A Vibrator." She opened the box, held it up, with the box in her other hand. "A pink --"

"I want you to keep it out, and continue describing it."

She flushed with embarrassment as she realized what he had said. "It's... uhm, it's pink and seven inches long," she started as he pulled up to the window. "The package says it's smooth plastic, variable speed..." She looked up to see him taking the travel tray with two drinks from a middle-aged woman. "Slim design for easy use..." Her eyes met the woman's briefly, and then she looked back down, stammering as he paid and received the change. "Variable speed," she repeated, knowing the woman could hear." For intimate pleasure. Waterproof." Her voice was lower. God, did the woman really see her? Did she know what I was talking about?

"What's the matter? Why have you stopped?" He was pulling back into traffic, headed back to the interstate. "There is no need to be embarrassed. You were doing what you were told. Besides, you did nothing shameful. You should be proud of your sexual appetite, slave." He pulled onto the interstate, and accelerated. "Please look at the next item." 

My appetite? She reached into the box. Still, what did she care what that woman thought. Jealous, if anything. She felt her shame dissipate. She looked in and saw a number of identical items.

"Bottles of lubricant. Four of them. No, five, the fifth is bigger than the rest. A big pump bottle. A refill."

"You are to have a bottle of lube with you at all times. Keep them where it is convenient; glove compartment, purse. Keep them filled. These are to get you started. If you need more they are your responsibility." He paused. "Next?"

She lifted the next item out. "A Remote Butterfly." She read from the package. "Jelly rubber. Adjustable straps. Oh, you wear it. I wear it. Wireless remote control vibrator. Clit stimulation." Oh, she thought. I'm getting a little clit stimulation already. "Up to 20 feet away."

"It is for you to wear, under your clothes. I will hold the remote. Mostly for 'Normal' time, when you are under Slave orders, but circumstances are different."

She had a sudden image of herself at a party, chatting with friends, and occasionally having her clit stimulated under her clothes. She noticed she was squeezing her legs together. She reached back into the box. She tried to concentrate as she read the next, both vibrators, and listened as her responded. "Passion Flower Vibe. Waterproof. The Flower petals provide clitoral stimulation when you insert it...The Mini-Pearl, vibrating egg, insertable." She was really squeezing now. She reached for the last item.

"Nipple clamps. Adjustable pressure for intense nipple stimulation."

"Very good, slave. We will arrive in about an hour. Please put a bottle of lubricant into the center console, then put everything back into the box, and put the box behind you, on the seat in the back." When she was done, he continued. "Please take off your shoes," she did, "and take off your pants and underwear." She hesitated, looked around. She saw only one car, in the distance. What the hell, she thought. She unsnapped and pulled them down. After pulling her legs out, she pulled her panties down, and off. She left them on the floor, with her shoes. It felt strange to have her bare ass on the leather seat. 

"Very good. Loosen your seat belt and turn to face me."

She pulled the strap a little looser, and turned in the big leather seat. 

"Open the console. Take out the bottle of lube. Open it"

A turn in the road changed the direction of the car, moving the full sunlight directly into her lap. She leaned to the center, took the bottle and opened it.

"Put one leg up on the console." When she did, he said, "put the other on the dashboard." She looked at the road, cars and trucks passing on the other side of the road, only a few cars on their side, none near them. She put her leg up, now with her pussy fully exposed to him in the sun, on the leather chair. She was getting kind of turned on, in spite of the fact that someone might see her.

"Take your rings off. Put them in the console." She worked them off. "Put some lube in your hand, and rub it into your pussy. Do the outside first. Rub the lips, and play with the hole. That's good, like that." He kept glancing at her, while watching the road. "Now rub your clit, get it good and slick. Good," he said, as her fingers rubbed across her button, now hard and sticking up, searching for attention. "Now, lube your fingers and put them in your pussy. First one, then a second one. Pretend they are a cock, slave, and fuck yourself with your fingers." She watched him as she felt the slippery digits simulating her hole. "Add another one. Go slowly." Damn, three fingers. She was breathing heavily, amazed at how excited it made her to act this way. She got the tips of three fingers in, but she couldn't get more than halfway. "Slowly, don't force it. Let your pussy stretch a little." She backed off the pressure.

"Clench it tighter, and then let it loosen." She followed his direction, felt her pussy clamping on her fingers, pushing a little when she unclenched. She felt her fingers slipping in further, and pressed harder. God, she wanted to get fucked badly! She rubbed the heel of her hand on her clit as she worked the three fingers into her slick pussy. She could smell her excitement; her pussy was pulsing, aching for a deep, penetrating cock. She had the three fingers in to her knuckles now. He glanced, saw how far they were in her. "Good. Is your pussy tight on your fingers?"

"Y-yes," she stammered, almost unable to speak. She felt an orgasm building from her clit rubbing. 

"Fuck yourself a little more, push them in and out." She did, it was difficult to move them much, but she got some motion going. She couldn't believe the stretched feeling, just close to hurting, giving her a full, stretched sensation. If only it was deeper ... she ached to cum.

"Stop." She did, fingers frozen, still in her. "Take your fingers out. Here is a towel. Wipe off your hand." She hesitated. "Now, slave."

Damn! She reached for the towel; it must have been in his side panel. She felt the approaching orgasm subside, but her pussy wanted more, and her clit was still hard. "Now wipe the lube off your pussy. Do not stimulate yourself. Just clean it up and wipe off the seat. Put your pants back on. Leave your underwear off." The emotional swing was taking control of her, the denial of gratification making her angry, selfish. 

"Very good, slave. We will arrive soon." He was smiling, but she could see he was excited. "Free," then he added, "I love you."

She sat back in her seat, astounded at the desire she felt when he stopped her, and wondering what she had gotten herself into, and why she was enjoying it so much.

Lena's New Life Ch. 03



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

I have posted the first few chapters close together, to get the series started, because the hot stuff starts a little later.

Constructive criticism is welcome. Destructive, insulting comments, moralist preaching and violent impulses are not. 

*

When they stepped into the lobby she was impressed with the quiet elegance of the décor. She carried her purse and the overnight bag; he carried the two boxes from the car. It looks very nice, sedate and relaxing; we'll have a nice night, she thought. She was still tingling from the erotic activity in the car, and she was aching to get up to the room and mess up the sheets. She watched as the staff went about their business through the lobby, but saw only one other guest, a woman dressed in white terrycloth, or cotton. Probably coming from the sauna or pool, she thought. A swim would be nice after sex, she thought, but they hadn't brought suits. Oh, well.

She was distracted to find an employee standing next to her with a tray, and two glasses of champagne. He handed one to her and the other to John as he completed their check-in, receiving two card keys. He gave her one of the keys and she read the name, suddenly realizing that it wasn't posted in the lobby, and she hadn't seen a sign outside. 'Your Life Spa' the card said, 'Enjoy Your Stay!'. 

A Spa! My Man knows how to treat a slave! It's a shame, she thought, that it's just a day. The man who'd brought the drinks left the tray on the counter, took their bags and the shopping trip boxes (except for the one bottle that she had left in the glove compartment with her panties), and they followed him to the elevator. They passed another couple, similarly dressed as the last woman, in matching white gauzy cotton. The Sauna must be close to the lobby, she thought; everyone passes through. 

"It's beautiful so far," she said, sipping her champagne as the elevator took them up. "It's a shame it's just the one night. Can't we stay longer?" she asked.

"One night? Oh, no. We'll be here about 9 days, dear." The elevator stopped, and they headed up the hall behind the man with the bags. She was speechless; how could they stay more than a day with only one spare set of clothes?

She lost her train of thought, though, as they entered the room. Suite, actually, as she looked around. They were in the main room, the bedroom was ahead, dressing area and lounge area to one side, and off to the other, the huge bathroom, the shower and bathing room, and the Jacuzzi, all in stone textures and earth tones and soft pastels, with windows that looked out over the shore. The man put down their bags, gently refused the offered tip, and excused himself from the room. Then she remembered that she would be in the same two sets of clothes for nine days, and her elation started turning to disappointment.

"Why did you tell me not to pack? How can I stay, how can WE stay here for over a week with one change of clothes?"

"How do you like the room?"

"Huh? Oh, honey, the room is great, and the whole place, from what I've seen, looks terrific. But I'm not washing my clothes in the sink every night. So unless we're going the mall in the morning..."

"Don't worry. Try to relax." He stepped closer to her, put his arms over her shoulders, facing her. Her pulled her head forward slightly as he pulled her to him, and kissed the top of her head. "I said everything was taken care of, didn't I? Trust me." He kissed her again, then she raised her head up, and he kissed her lips. After, she pulled back, protesting, "But-"

"All right," he sighed. "I'll explain. Sit."

"I found this place through a travel agent recommended by our financial advisor," he began. "The more I read about it, the more I thought, this is for me and Lena. You saw on the card that it's not a hotel, it's a spa. But it's a spa dedicated to getting you in touch with yourself. It's all about relaxation, treating you special and enjoying the sensation. The champagne in the lobby? Served throughout the day, but not enough to get you drunk: just to keep you relaxed and comfortable."

"Clothes? You saw what those couples passing through the lobby were wearing? Provided by the Spa; they're Spa clothes. They give them to you, and you keep them, take 'em home when you leave. They give you three sets of the spa clothes, a set of exercise clothes, a secondary workout set, a bathing suit and a robe. They collect them every day and bring them back clean and folded every evening. Your name and room number are in them, so you know you're getting your stuff back." He stood up, walked to the dresser in the changing area, opened a drawer. "See? It's already loaded. All in our sizes." 

Her mouth hung open in amazement. The drawers were filled with the same white cottony outfits that those other guests had looked so comfy in. She watched him pull the rest open to see the Bathing suits, exercise clothes, sandals and slipper socks, all in white.

"Because it's a spa, there's no dressy dinners, no shows, no night club or bar scene. There's no flash. We even go to dinner in these clothes." He was smiling proudly, and she felt herself starting to get into it as well.

"What are we going to do all day? Sit around? I can't, you know that, I'll go crazy."

"Of course not, there's plenty to do. Remember, I told you that this is all about the experience, the sensation. We're going to get facials, and manicures-"

"You're getting a facial?"

"Yeah, I signed us up together. We're also getting wraps, massages, hair styling - man, the works." He was grinning broadly now, and despite her initial resistance, she felt her enthusiasm growing.

"I've had massages before, and I wasn't comfortable-"

"That's why I'm coming with you. We're going together, so you can relax. It's all about enjoying the sensation." He lifted his glass. "And a glass of champagne." 

"OK, that's a little different from the last one I had. But that last time, I was in this room, like a locker room, and all these other people were-"

"Nope. Private rooms."

"It's not like, y'know, like a massage parlor, is it? Happy endings?"

"No. It's NOT a sex club. It's a spa." He sat back down on the couch, next to her, held her hands. "I wanted us to have time to grow out of our old, working selves, and into new, relaxed, feeling-like-human selves. We're gonna do some yoga, and learn T'ai Chi; we're going to eat sensibly, we're going to pamper and tan ourselves, and we are going to fuck like rabbits."

"O-ooh, now you're speakin' my Love Language," she dripped. 

"And while we are broadening our sensual experience, you will be expanding your sexual repertoire as well."

"My what?"

"Your repertoire. Your horizons. Toolbox. Bag of tricks, frame of reference." He stood, walked over to the boxes from the Adult Store. "I have made some selections for you, and I will be assigning time for you every day to do some work," he paused, looking at her, "for yourself." He grinned. 

"You see," he said, opening the larger box from the store, "in order to be an effective sex slave, you'll need to expose yourself to a variety of techniques and ideas; new experiences. This box," he reached in, "is filled with an assortment of books and DVD's." He took some out, a few DVD's in one hand, two books in the other. "Some are instructional, some are entertainment. Some are both. I tried to get as varied a selection as I could."

"We're going to watch sex movies?"

"Actually, no, WE won't, not at first. YOU will. After we get back home I'll let you show me some of the ones you liked the best. So not us, yet," he said, coming back to her, carrying the things he had taken out of the box, "I am going to command you, my slave, to spend one hour every morning reading, and a half hour every evening watching a video."

"Are you -- you're serious, aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes, I am." A pause, then, "Slave."

She looked down at the videos and books. Beginning Bondage. Oral Delights. Thrilling Threesome. Learning to Swing. Then, Women's Erotic Masturbation Fantasies. Monster Cocks. Oh! Well, OK, so maybe it won't be so bad. "I am your sex slave," she said in a surrendered tone, "I will do as you say." - "Not very enthusiastic," he smirked, "but it'll do for now. Have a seat." He sat next to her on the couch. "Here's how our days are likely to go." He put his arm around her and held her close. "After we wake up, we'll go exercise; then come back here, shower and change. We'll go have a light breakfast and come back up here. You will do your hour reading, from the selections in the box." He waved at it with his free hand. "At eleven every day we'll have our grooming until about 1 or 2, then have a late lunch. In the afternoon, a swim, or a walk, or something else, we'll see." He took his arm off her shoulder, and held her so they were face to face. "In the early evening we'll come back here. You'll do your viewing, then we'll go to dinner. After dinner we are free until the next morning, but there are plenty of things to do." He paused. "How does that sound?"

"I read and watch alone?"

"Yes. I want you to feel at ease. You'll be reading about and seeing things you have likely never even imagined, and I don't want you to feel self-conscious about getting aroused by it."

"What if I just sit here and do nothing, and pretend I read it?"

"Then you'll have difficulty describing them to me at dinner every night." She looked at him quizzically. "Yes, every night at dinner you'll relate to me what you read and saw. This will help you become accustomed to your arousal at new and different sexual activities."

"What if I get really aroused?

"Why, you'll masturbate, of course. I expect it."

"Can't we just fuck every night?"

"Honey," he said, patiently, "If we just keep doing what we have always done, you will never fulfill the potential of your Slave Commitment." She looked at him, puzzled and confused. "If you want to be my sex slave," he explained, "and all I ever command you to do is fuck me, the same way we always fuck, that would be an insult to your generous offer. It would completely de-value the freedom you have achieved, and the risk I have assumed." He kissed her forehead. "I couldn't treat you that poorly." 

"Freedom -- risk YOU assumed?" She was confused, thinking she heard wrong. "How did I achieve freedom by agreeing to be your slave?"

"Requesting, actually."

"Okay, requesting. And how do YOU assume the risk? Isn't it the other way around?"

"Of course not," he told her. "You have gained freedom from responsibility for your actions, and a complete lack of guilt for the desires you will encounter. I, on the other hand, am responsible for all your pleasure, and for keeping you safe, and secure in your development." She looked at him. He was serious. The strange thing was that what he said made a kind of sense. "I have to insure that you are allowed to grow in your experience, to push your boundaries at the correct pace, and see that you don't move too quickly, or become frightened or defiant. You," he added, "you deserve the full slave reward." 

"Reward?" A slave Reward?"

"Certainly! The reward of learning to enjoy your body to an extent you didn't know before. The reward of appreciating different sensations and desires. The reward of enjoying uninhibited lust, of enjoying giving and getting pleasure in new and exciting ways." His face was a little flushed with excitement. "The reward of enjoying doing things that shock you, just because they are naughty, or nasty, or exciting to do; without fear of embarrassment or shame." His voice was lower now, a little huskier, almost seductive. "The reward of being able to enjoy ENJOYING." 

This was a little different, she thought. A little hot, too. 

"You will read and see things this week that might have shocked you in the past, or grossed you out, or made you afraid. You will also see and read things you have heard about, positions you've never tried; locations, activities, situations and combinations and variations." His voice was almost a whisper now, and his lips were close to her. "And when you feel that heat, I command you to masturbate until you cum."

He stopped talking for a second. She thought his breathing was a little heavy. And that his heart was pumping a little harder. She knew hers was! She wondered if he was hard now, if his dick was tight in his pants, straining to spring free, and she imagined the fat drop of pre-cum at the tip. And her tongue reaching out ...

Damn, she thought, I don't know if he's hard, but I can feel my clit getting hard! I'm started to ooze a little, too!

"Well," he finally said, back in his normal voice, and standing up. He did have a huge bulge in the front of his pants! "I am going for a walk downstairs." He went to turn away, then stopped, and standing directly in front of her, made sure she was watching as he adjusted his erection to a less painful position. "First, I'll, uhm, y'know, manage my responsibility," he quipped, "then I will find out about lunch and the afternoon activities." He headed for the door. "I'll also make some reservation for us for later in the week. I'll be back in a half hour. When I come back up we can change into our resort clothes" His hand was on the door, but his hardness was still visible. She wondered if he wanted some help with that? "Why don't you find something to read in that box? Pick something at random if you want. But have something to tell me about when I return in thirty minutes. OK?" And he left. 

She looked into the box, and her eyes were drawn to one of the books he had pulled out. She opened 'Women's Erotic Masturbation Fantasies' and read the intro. Women's most common fantasies, what we think about when we pleasure ourselves. The intro continued, talking about women's techniques, how they do it, how often, who admits it, who denies it.

There were interviews with women through the book, and how-to's of the most popular techniques. But mostly, she saw, the book was erotic stories of the most common-themed female sex fantasies. The sexy stranger. Two men at once. The sex in public. The other woman. The orgy. The cheating wife. The good-girl-turned-slut. The Black Stud. Being tied and Dominated. Dominating a man. Dominating a woman. 

She had always thought that women who have to masturbate were either sluts or lonely, or lesbians, who weren't getting it the right way, and had to. She'd never really believed that women might WANT to do it. She learned that this was not so, that while not all will admit it, most women masturbate, her age especially, and a majority do it frequently. Almost all of them liked it, and the regulars felt it was a critical part of their overall sexual identity and satisfaction. Uh-huh. She skimmed a little; more studies, survey of women, expert comments. A healthy sexual practice. Yeah. Learning about what gives you orgasms, learning to have stronger and more frequent orgasms, now, this was for her! She had never been disappointed in sex, but who doesn't want to cum more? And better! 

And then the door was opening, and John returned with 2 glasses of champagne (they actually had little carriers for a pair of champagne flutes, to make it easier to carry!) The 30 minutes was over. 

They changed, went to lunch. She told him what she read about, and admitted she was a little turned on, but getting past her former opinions about masturbating would take some time. After lunch they went to the stylist, and sat for hairstyle makeover pictures. 

Over the next few days they enjoyed things together that they never would have done before. Besides the regular exercise there were stretching classes, and yoga; all done with the intent to connect you to the sensations your body was experiencing. They had gone together for all the skin treatments, including manicure, pedicure, body wrap and mud bath. They had facials and skin treatments. They had consulted hair designers and selected hairstyles and colorings that complemented their face shape and skin. John had his hair highlighted! Damn, he was hot! She thought he was hot before, but this was too much. Just the idea that he would do all these things with her, for her, was enough to get her steamy. Lust was good, and healthy, but it was Love that started her motors. 

They'd gone to the Tanning Booth, and she was looking and feeling healthy, relaxed, and more confident appreciative, of her body and her sexual appetite. She was liking this.

*

After a few days she had become more at ease with the pampering services, and the relaxed atmosphere. She had been uncomfortable at first with being naked for the wraps, and beauty treatments, but with John there (naked with her) she adjusted. After she was more in tune (and the champagne helped, no doubt) they had gotten full body massages. She'd had one in the past, but wasn't able to enjoy it. Nudity plus no privacy; that issue disappeared here, and the massage was great! She'd never had another man touch her like that, and as she watched the female masseuse working on John she wondered if he was OK with it. He was so OK that they signed up for private lessons, and an instructor showed each of them (nude!) how to massage the other. They'd purchased an assortment of oils.

One day he brought her to a beauty session, and not until they were going in did he say, "Slave. Do what they tell you," then kissed her, said, "I'm getting it, too." He left her to go to a separate room.

It turned out to be a full body waxing. They had started with her eyebrows, forearms, fingers, moved on to the legs, and then got to her ass, her pussy, and all the surrounding areas. The champagne helped relax her, and the staff was great, but it still stung a little. As they worked they talked to her, soothing her fears, calming her resistance. Just like your face, they said, it should look good. You do your eyebrows to make your eyes more attractive. As they finished each area, they rubbed vitamin E and aloe oil on all the treated areas. She'd never had another woman rub oil on her pussy like that, and she was surprised that she wasn't freaked out by it. 

When it was done they showed her all her parts in a mirror, and she had to admit they looked, well, more attractive. Like they were prepared to be seen. Then she realized that she was standing naked in front of a mirror with 2 women she didn't know, and they were all admiring her totally bald pussy and ass. And then she realized that she was OK with it, and that she wasn't a bit uncomfortable. 

John came in then, and joined them in admiring her new look, and then pulled his robe off and showed the job he had gotten. The natural sweater was gone from his back, and he had 'Movie Ass' -- completely smooth! They had trimmed all the places where his body hair looked good; his legs, chest, forearms. But his shoulders, ass, and yes, his balls and around his dick were smooth and shiny. 

They had purchased some additional oils, and taken the warnings about the tanning booth. Returning to the room after, they were still a little sensitive, but the loose clothing allowed cooler air to hit places it never had before. She could feel her smooth parts rubbing as she walked, and wondered if John was getting turned on, too. When they got back to their room, they started out admiring the work, and ended up in wild oral sex. Bald sex completely changed the sensation, and she came twice while John was giving her head. Then she licked his balls and sucked his dick until he came all over her tits.




Lena's New Life Ch. 03



She continued doing the morning reading and learning new things, and the more she learned the more she wanted to know. She was becoming curious about things she'd never thought of trying before, wondering if he was going to tell to do things like that in the future. She smiled, thinking that if he didn't, she might have to tell him. 

The movies, well, they just made her horny. She was actually surprised that she was not as un-accepting as she used to be about, well, kinky stuff. What she used to consider sick was now just, well, different. And not a turn-off. She had gotten hot watching it all: from straight sex to lesbian scenes, from oral to anal, from single to multiples. Facials, swallowing, creampies, even squirting: things that used to shock her now just surprised her. 

And she had masturbated watching them. In fact, she had done it every day during the videos. Between the atmosphere, the relaxation, the sensations she experienced, the champagne and the stimulation, she was 'watering the flower' (a new phrase she had learned) every day. No Vibrators or dildos, either. Just her fingers, her pussy, and her orgasms.

And what orgasms they were!

She was learning, from the book and through experience, how to make orgasms, not just wait for them. She could build to it, and back off. Instead of just getting there she would create a stronger, harder, longer-lasting and more powerful orgasm. 'The quality of the journey determines the magnitude of the arrival' was the principle. And she was getting principled!

One day after reading about a woman who did it in the tub she had tried sitting backwards in the Jacuzzi, and focusing her pleasure points on the jets. That had been fantastic! A couple of nights later, when she told John about it, he wanted to watch. So that evening they got in the Jacuzzi together, and he jacked off watching her, shooting on her face and hair while she came. Recalling it, she would have thought that was gross, once upon a time. But she was starting to enjoy seeing him shoot, seeing the cum spurting out, and feeling it, all hot and slick on her. She still loved a nice hot load in her pussy, of course; she'd never stop liking that. Feeling that hot, slippery mess inside her, all mushy and full, and dripping from her, m-mm. No doubt.

They had done it in front of the mirror the other night, watching his hairless balls slapping her smooth pussy as he pounded her; it was like watching a porno that THEY were in. After he came, he pulled out and they watched the cum dripping out, and he wouldn't let her use a towel, he made her play with her pussy, all dripping and slimy. He told her to tell him how it felt. It was so kinky and raunchy that she came again. When she was done, she surprised him by jamming her fingers in his mouth. 

One night he had put the blindfold on her, and then had caressed her body with all sorts of things, different textures, different temperatures. Ice cubes after warm oils, silk followed by a hairbrush. The different stimulations had driven her crazy, and she begged him to make her cum, but he went on for about an hour. Then he put the clamps on her nipples. She loved having her nipples sucked and a little pinched, but not a lot. He tightened them (they were adjustable -- who knew?) until they JUST hurt, then loosened them a hair so they were a touch before hurting, just a slight pain, an edgy, hard pinch that sent lightning bolts to her pussy every time she moved a muscle. 

Another night they had fucked standing in front of the window, with the curtains open and the lights on. The rooms were arranged so that you couldn't see any other rooms from your window, and the beach was probably too far, but still... They had started out facing each other, with her leg up. Then he had got behind her, with her legs spread wide, pushing her up against the window. The thought of possibly being seen having sex added to the excitement, and she suddenly pulled off him, turned around and dropped to her knees, sucking his pussy-wet cock into her mouth. She would never know if anyone saw her, but if they did, she'd thought, let 'em see how horny and hot she was! After sucking him, she had turned around, bent at the waist, and he fucked her until they both came.

On none of these nights, however, had John given her the Slave order. She was technically, she guessed, still under a general command from when they came here, but Normal and Free time were pretty much the same, she thought. I guess if I started to refuse to do stuff, she considered, he'd remind me.

She was still following the reading and viewing command. She wondered if he would change that after they left. She thought she might keep doing the reading anyway. She'd never developed a love for reading; she liked it enough, but she tended to get drowsy most of the time, too relaxed. Reading this stuff, though, well let's just say she didn't fall asleep. 

Watching the sex videos was fun, and great stimulation for getting off, but she didn't think she'd be watching them on a steady schedule. She had no favorite movies yet, but most had memorable scenes. She liked the 2 men on 1 girl scenes (one of her 'forbidden' fantasies) when they were in her pussy and mouth. And she liked the one where a woman gets fucked by like 6 men in a row, and they all shoot in her pussy, and she's dripping out and getting fucked, over and over. She liked the orgy scenes, too, where there's just everyone doing it to everybody. That was hot. 

And of course, the Monster Cocks video. God she couldn't believe those guys could walk around with those things. All of them were long, some were long and wide. How did they manage to get all those freaks together for one movie? The women in these movies were like super human, the things they could do with these things. One used both hands on the shaft when she sucked one, that's how long he was. Watching them fucking was crazy, she couldn't imagine anything that size in her, stretching her, filling her up. She loved the way John's dick felt in her. Imagining something that big. God, it had to hurt. She noticed though, that most of the guys with these huge hogs (new slang!) when they got it up, they never got completely hard. She wondered if there was enough blood in their whole body to fill it?

Late in the week, after her shower, while John was still in the shower, she was in the dressing area, rubbing vitamin E and aloe oil on her waxed area. (The irritation was long gone, but the soothing of the oil and her smooth parts was very, very luscious, and she saw no reason to stop applying it.) She had a foot up on the chair, and she saw herself in the mirror, her hand flat and oiled, rubbing all over and around her pussy. She rubbed a little extra, slipping a finger into her slit, just between her lips. She kept rubbing, watching her hand in the mirror. She poured some more oil into her hand, and turned to do her ass cheeks. She rubbed her hands together, took her foot off the chair, and bent to massage her ass cheeks. As she rubbed it in, she turned back to the mirror to see if she could see her hands on her ass. It was difficult, but she could catch a glance.

She stopped looking and finished what she was doing, rubbing the oil into her cheeks, enjoying the sensation of the smooth skin on her palms, and of her hands on her bare skin. She made sure she got all the way down, underneath to her pussy, then making sure she rubbed it between her cheeks. She felt her fingers rubbing across her anal opening, and without thinking, rubbed the tight muscle around the hole, massaging the oil in with her fingers. Instead of feeling disgusted or grossed out, it felt tingly, and sensitive. She stopped, curious but afraid, and in an instant a rush of conflicting thoughts and feelings ran through her head. Her shame and desire battled for control. She thought she must be sick or demented, and then was angry at how she judged her own feelings. She wanted to know, to feel. She was doing nothing wrong. She pushed the judgment away, and curiosity won.

Her fingers continued to rub the oil around her tiny hole. She could feel the muscle clench when she pressed on it, felt the stimulation of nerve endings around the hole. She'd read some of this in a couple of the books, that the anus actually had MORE nerve endings than the vagina. She made it unclench, and her fingers felt the muscle relax, slick and oiled at her fingertips. She clenched, then unclenched again, several times, as her fingertips played at the opening, feeling it tighten and relax. And then, without thinking or judging herself, she pushed slightly, and the fingertip slid inside.

She looked up, listening for the shower to be sure that John wouldn't catch her, then felt sheepish when she caught herself checking. She put her attention back to her finger; the tip was inside the ring of her starfish, and she felt the muscle tighten on it. She loosened, and pushed a little more. The oiled finger slipped in easily, now past the first knuckle. She tightened and loosened again, pushed, and now the second knuckle slipped past the sensitive opening. She felt the ring of her anus stimulated by her finger, and a slightly filled feeling, and it wasn't painful, or hurting; it was, well, it felt good. She wasn't fighting it, and she pushed again, and the finger was all the way in. She was careful not to let her nail scrape anything, and was glad she'd had that manicure. She wiggled it around a little, and tested clenching and unclenching the muscles, controlling them, with her finger completely inside her ass. Then without thinking, her curiosity took over again, and she began moving the finger in and out, simulating fucking her ass with her finger, and she felt the nerve endings all stimulated at once, and the filled feeling pulsed each time. And she felt her pussy getting excited as her oiled finger fucked her ass.

Stunned, she suddenly pulled her finger out, and stood up. She grabbed a towel, wiping off her finger, and then wiping the excess oil off her ass. Was she going crazy? What the hell was she doing? She suddenly felt embarrassed, confused, and very ashamed. She felt a rush of heat to her face; in the mirror saw it was bright red. There was no one to see, no one who would ever know but her, but SHE knew. She was totally conflicted as she reached for her clothes, and scrambled to dress, as though someone might see her naked and just know that she was so twisted and sick that she had put her finger in her ass.

And had liked it.

Women aren't supposed to like anal sex, she had always 'known'. And that's what it had been, right? The thoughts flooded her, overwhelming. She had stimulated her own ass and put her finger in, and she was supposed to be completely grossed out and turned off, and probably suffering some pain, and instead it had felt good, and stimulating, and it was kind of exciting, and her pussy had started to tingle, and why wasn't she disgusted? She was angry that she wasn't disgusted. Women who had anal sex were all... like those women who have to, you know, masturbate.

And now SHE was a woman who... 

She paused, shirt half buttoned, and tried to catch her breath. Her heart was racing from the panic, and she felt reason returning as her emotional reaction began to subside. Her journey of discovery had certainly covered a lot of ground! She had been exposed to so much, done so much, and re-learned things she thought she believed. She finished dressing with a smile, content with another new tool in her toolbox.

And before too long they were packing their overnight bag, and putting on their regular clothes. It was time to go, and while she was a little sad to leave this wonderful place, she was aching to get home, and she knew that he was, too. She repacked her boxes of books and videos and toys and lubes, and the desk sent up a pair of overnight bags for their spa clothes, along with the usual pair of champagne glasses. This time they included a bottle, with a thank you card. 

They loaded the truck, and before they got in, they took a last look at the place, arms around each other, bodies touching in several places. She felt each contact point; arms, hips, breast, leg, and she wondered if he could feel them too. She looked at the grounds, and at him. He had a wistful, cheery look on his face. She wondered if he was looking for their window. She looked at the grounds, the ocean, and them back at him. They kissed, at first lightly and romantically, then slowly, their mouths opened, tongues met, and they were passionately searching and exploring each others mouths, and grinding their bodies together. Breathing hard, they parted. 

"I love you," he whispered, staring into her eyes.

"I love you," she replied, slightly increasing the pressure of her hips on his crotch. They broke, and got in the car. 

"I had a very good time, and I hope you did too. Do you feel the changes that I feel?" She nodded her agreement, silently. "Since we have a few hours to drive home, why don't you tell me some of the things you liked the best, what you enjoyed the most." His fingers were nervously tapping the wheel. "And don't leave anything out." They both grinned. "I want to hear you describe every detail."

She settled into her seat and began talking.



Lena's New Life Ch. 04



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read at least chapter one to get the drift. Thanks to everyone who read, voted and commented. Hope you enjoy. 

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BACK HOME FROM THE SPA

On the ride home from the Spa, she had some time to herself, and she silently contemplated her situation. It was clear to her now that her offhand 'sex slave' comment had become something bigger than she'd ever imagined. John's idea of what a sex slave is about was certainly different from hers! She'd had her first hint when he had explained the rules -- she'd never even imagined rules. He had gotten her to commit, to ask to be his slave! She looked out the car window and chuckled to herself. 

She had not imagined her 'current situation' when she had made her 'request', that's for sure. She was now completely hairless (except her head and eyebrows). She had been naked in front of a number of men and women during her week at the spa. She had masturbated more times this week than during her entire life until now. She had watched porn and read erotic stories, fingered herself in the car, had sex in front of a mirror AND a window, and had fingered her own ass.

Jeez! Her 'current situation' was very interesting!

They were a few minutes from home now. They would stop for groceries first, and then be home. She wondered what the future held for her, for them. She had grown a lot since 'asking' to be his Sex Slave. Would her 'growth' continue? Would she experience new things at the same rate? What other new things were coming to her?

She sure didn't know. But if they were anywhere as much fun as the wild things she'd learned so far, she was up for it with all she had! She might have to stretch her definition of what she thought was 'acceptable'. How kinky was kinky?

They bought groceries, loaded up the car, and got home. They brought all the stuff in, put it away, threw out the old milk and food that had gone bad in the fridge while they were away. The cleaning lady had brought in the mail, and they went through it as they usually did. She reveled in their ability to enjoy life doing the mundane things. It was why they were so good together, because they could do the dull, necessary things and still enjoy each other. 

They unpacked their small bag of clothes, and their new bag of 'resort' clothes. They threw on a couple of loads of laundry, ate some lunch and John ran some errands. Lena took a few minutes to try to put away the boxes of erotic toys, books and videos. But she quickly realized that they had no place for all this stuff. She put a bottle of lubricant in the nightstand drawer, and picked a book out of the box to read. She had started the book at the Spa; it was a woman relating her experiences as a Dominatrix. Lena read about the first time the woman tied up her boyfriend. She learned about the feeling of control, about the responsibility of power, and about the threshold between pain and pleasure. 

She wondered if there was a book in the box that told the other side, the tied up, powerless, surrendered and obedient side. And then she wondered if her interest was just curiosity, or something else, something -- what? Deeper? And then she decided that it didn't matter if it was something else, even if it was a desire or need to be punished. She was curious, that's all, and if she could satisfy her curiosity, that didn't mean she was perverted or something.

Did it?

Later, when John came home, she started to tell him about not being able to find a place to put their 'stuff'. He only grinned, then invited her out to the truck. There was a large box in the back, and they carried it inside. They took it to one of the spare bedrooms, and when he opened it, she saw it was a modular closet, with shelves, racks and, most importantly, a locking door. "It fits inside the regular closet," he said, "I measured it. There's almost nothing in there, so we can move that stuff out, put this in, and all our 'toys' can go in there." He grinned. "This way the cleaning lady doesn't find them." 

"What about when we have guests, smartass?"

"They can stay in the other room. We never have people in here. We were going to turn it into an office, remember?"

"I guess," she pondered. It did have a lock. "It's pretty big." It was the size of one side of the double closet. "I guess both of those boxes will fit," she joked.

"And the rest." She stopped joking, then remembered the order he had shipped. "Oh," she nodded, "I forgot. When's that stuff coming?" She wondered what else he had bought?

"Should be here tomorrow. I called and had it held when we were at the Spa. I didn't want them laying around."

"Good thinking, John." 

They spent the next hour rearranging the closet, moving the locking cabinet inside, and setting the shelves. Based on the stuff they had, and they way he set up the unused space, there must be ... what? How much more? She couldn't tell. 

But there was a LOT of room.

The next day, after workouts, breakfast, and showers they got to talking about their prior plans to renovate the house. They frankly had enough money to buy a new house, but they had discussed it, and decided against it. This was the house they loved; it had plenty of room, and all their history, and they loved the neighborhood. Maybe if they retired, they could go someplace on the water. 

But there were some upgrades they'd like to make, and they had saved for it (before the winning ticket), and were trying to decide whether to go ahead. A Kitchen extension, some windows, and a master bed and bathroom suite was the plan. They decided to look at it again and see if they wanted to enhance the plan a little. John suggested adding a Jacuzzi to the Master Bath. Remembering her experience at the Spa Jacuzzi, she agreed!

The conversation was interrupted by the doorbell. They went to see who was there, but it wasn't a visitor, it was the UPS delivery. John signed for the delivery, and UPS man passed the four boxes from the porch in to John. 

There were four boxes. And they weren't small. OK, she thought. That's a lot of stuff. She was a little nervous as John closed the door, and lifted the first box to bring it to the spare room. How much stuff could he buy? And what? She knew rationally that there was no reason to be afraid. But oh, the unknown, and how it could frighten her. 

She picked up the second box, and carried it to the room. When she got there he told her that he would bring in the other two. He told her to pick a box and open it.

Lena put her box on the bed and sat down next to it as John left the room. She tentatively tore the tape, pulled open the flaps, started removing the packing material. The box was fairly large, about two feet square and just as tall. She removed a handful of crumpled newspaper, exposing a number of smaller boxes packed inside. She took one out, looked at the rest, and saw that they were, in assorted sizes, a variety of vibrators and dildos. She lifted them , one at a time, seeing colors, shapes, textures and sizes. Jeez, did he get one of everything? Vibrators with bent tips and bulb tips, thin and full, vibes with ridges and spikes. Dildos that were smooth, and rough, and realistic. Dildos that were long and short, thin and -- holy shit, that was thick. And one that was thick AND long. A long double-header. Formed glass, Latex, Jelly, simulated skin. 

Her head was spinning, she didn't know what to think, what to feel. Part of her was stimulated, but something in the back of her mind whispered about danger and what happened to bad girls, and what people will think of you. And then John returned with a third box, and she looked at him, and he had the cutest, little-boy sheepish caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar look that all her second thoughts evaporated. She fully realized that this was supposed to be fun, for them to enjoy, and to give each other pleasure. Hmm, she thought, grinning back, maybe he wants one of these things up his ass ...

She pushed the box aside, and he put down the one he was carrying. She tried to pull the tape, struggled, and John said, "Here, let a man do it," it a false baritone, but then he couldn't do it either, and had to go get a knife. When he came back he sliced the tape on both of the unopened boxes, and sat on the chair. 

She pulled the packing material out of the second box, and began extracting what appeared to her to be a number of lava lamps, only smaller, and with no lava. Different colors, sizes. 

"What the hell?" she asked, holding up the flared object. It was red, about 4 or 5 inches. 

"What is it?" He was grinning again, and she felt a little foolish, like there was a secret she wasn't in on. "A butt plug, honey. It's for -- "

"I know what it's for!" she stammered. "I think the name is self-explanatory!" She looked at it, mentally sizing it against her finger ... then turned her face to hide the flush she felt. "Wh- Why so many?" she stammered. 

"Different sizes, shapes. Some vibrate."

"Vibrating butt plugs." She could not believe the words coming out of her mouth. She dug a little further into the box, finding nipple clamps, leather gloves, several pairs of stockings (not pantyhose), a number of panties ("Check 'em out, they're crotchless" he pointed out) a long stick with a small leather flap on the end ("It's a switch. For Spanking"), and finally, a few candles. She smelled one, but it wasn't immediately recognizable. 

"What scent? Is this going to smell good?"

"It's not for the aroma, hon. It's for melting. These are dripping candles."

"Like for a wine bottle?"

"No. For skin." He wasn't grinning, he was serious. "For dripping hot wax on skin. Sensitive skin. Nipples. Asses." He took one. "They're made to melt faster, at lower temperature."

"Huh? Asses and Nipples? Hot Wax on -?"

"Regular candles are too hot, they're made to NOT melt, so they last longer, but melt hotter. These are made to melt quickly. Because they melt sooner, the wax doesn't get as hot. So you don't get burned. Just hot."

She was staring at the candle in her hand, and she felt her mouth hanging open, and she was unable to stop it. She saw her hand was shaking, holding the candle, and she put it down so he wouldn't see. She pretended to rummage in the box, trying to clear her mind of the images rushing at her, images of her -- 

Tied to the bed, hot wax dripped on her nipples

- she couldn't concentrate, in her mind she saw herself struggling, begging to stop, begging for more, crying out, - 

Her ass covered with hot wax, and cumming, and ...

 - and then she brushed it away, felt a sheen of perspiration break on her face. Her hand grabbed something from the box, held it up. She looked at it. A clear plastic tube. Open and flared at one end. A bulb, a rubber bulb at the other. Like a turkey baster, but smaller. "What. What could this be?"

"Suction tube." She heard him say, without looking at him. "For nipples." She waited, Staring at it. "The open end goes on your, oh, here, I'll show you." She heard him stand, approach. "Take off your shirt." She turned her head to look at him, still stunned by those mental images of her, 

-nipples clamped, spanking, cumming, and cumming- 

"Slave." He said. She reached for the buttons.

She unbuttoned her shirt. She started to say something, decided against it, then convinced herself that just because she was his Sex Slave didn't mean she couldn't talk. "I really didn't need a demonstration," she offered, "You could just tell me what it does."

"I suppose that's true," he said, taking her shirt as she removed it, "but I decided that showing you was easier. The bra." She pulled it up over her breasts. He shook his head slowly, as though patient with a slow child. "No, slave. Not sexy. Take if off." 

"Well, I don't feel sexy."

"And who asked the slave for her opinion?" he said, sharply. "I will tell you when, and how, and why you will feel sexy, slave. Do you understand?"

"But I just -- "

"You are this close to earning a punishment for your disobedience." His face was tight, his eyes narrowed. "If you are looking for a spanking, keep it up." 

She looked at him, then looked down. She finished taking off the bra, and tossed it to him. "Fine, here," she said, not quite under her breath. He caught it, replied, "Have it your way, slave. You will learn to behave. Stand. Open your pants."

Hesitantly, she stood. He looked at her sideways, warning. "You are pushing your luck." He reached into the open box, rummaged around, added, "Turn around." 

She turned to face away from him. "Hands behind your back, slave." She did as she was told. She felt him grab her arm.

Cold metal on her wrist, a clicking noise. He grabbed her other arm. He was handcuffing her? She felt the metal again, the clicking. He released her arm, but - sure enough. Her wrists were cuffed together. "Turn to face me." She turned back. Her face was hot. She felt a rush of nervousness as she watched him approach.

He was holding one of the plastic tubes in his hand. "The suction tube," he started, reaching for her bare breast, "is designed to imitate the wonderful feeling you get when your nipples are sucked." He put his hand under her left tit, supporting it, squeezing it gently. "You like that feeling, slave? Getting your nipples sucked?"

"Yes. Yes I do," she replied meekly.

"Good. I'll bet it makes your pussy wet when your nipples are sucked, doesn't it?"

"It always does," a little hesitant to speak up. He was holding the flared opening of the tube up to her nipple, so that her nipple was inside the tube. He pressed it against her tit. She waited nervously. Then he squeezed the bulb several times.

The action created an instant seal around the flared opening, and her nipple was sucked into the tube. Holy Shit! The feeling was intense and delicious, and she felt her legs get suddenly weak. Like a really good sucking, but stronger, and constant. She saw her aureole was bulging into the flare of the tube, and her nipple was extended about a half inch inside. He pumped it once more while she watched, and her nipple extended to a full inch. She felt like someone was pulling her pussy out through her tit, and she gasped out loud

"Good," he smiled at her reaction, "it works." He reached for her other tit. She felt herself pushing it towards him, eager for the second, anticipating the treatment. This time he licked the inside of the flange, then twisted it onto her nipple. "Hold still," he advised, "and watch." He pumped, once. She felt a small pull, watched her nipple fill the end of the tube. Pump. Tighter, harder pull, and the pressure pulled the aureole into the opening. Pump. Like a hard suck, her nipple began elongating into the tube. "It seems to work better licked," he noted. Pump, and the connection from her tit to her pussy was made, and she felt the wetness start as her nipple stretched further. Pump. Her nipple pulled, it felt like it would come off, it was so glorious and exciting and irresistible and her pussy was gushing and throbbing. Both her nipples were being sucked with incredible pressure. It was unlike any sensation she'd ever had, and it didn't stop.

"Turn around," she barely heard. She did. When she moved the tubes moved, and their weight pulled the suck a little harder, and she gasped again. She heard herself breathing hard. She felt hands around her waist, at the zipper of her pants, then a tug as they were pulled down, along with her panties. She stood facing the bed, back to him, pants and underwear around her ankles, handcuffed, with suction tubes jiggling on her over-stimulated nipples. "Bend over." Oh thank God, she thought, and she felt his hand at her shoulders, guiding her down, bending at the waist until her head rested on the bed. She waited to feel him enter her hot pussy.

She cried out as the sting followed the THWACK! She had no time to feel shock when it was followed by another.

THWACK! Holy Shit! He was THWACK spanking her, spanking her THWACK bare ass as she bent over THWACK and the sting on her cheeks THWACK turned to heat almost THWACK instantly as it pressed THWACK the tubes into her THWACK breasts and shot straight to THWACK her pussy and clit. 

And then she felt his hand on her arms, and the cuffs were loosened, and removed, and he turned her around to face him. He grabbed the end of the tubes, squeezed, and the pressure stopped suddenly, releasing her nipples into a wave of swollen yearning. He bent, taking one nipple into his mouth, and sucking softly, longingly, caressing it with his tongue. She looked down at the other, sore and swollen, still extended almost a full inch, and then he was on that one, licking, and sucking, and then suddenly guiding her to sit on the bed. She watched him stoop down, gently removing her pants and panties from her feet. He guided her back now, laying her down on her back, and she felt him spread her legs. 

Again she waited for his dick to penetrate. 

She felt his breath between her legs, his hot breath, blowing across her outer lips, then a moist touch at the junction of thigh and torso, trailing down, from the front of her leg to the inside, between her pussy and leg, down, the tongue tracing a path down, below her pussy, then slowly up the other side. She felt it approach her clit, then skirt around it, circling several times. She groaned, pushing her hips forward, trying to get him to lick her clit, to make her cum. Then the tongue went down her lips, just touching the outside of her lips, making her groan again, louder. It stopped at the base of her slit, paused.

She pulled her legs wider, and pushed her hips, and she felt that wet silky muscle push back, and his tongue slipped into her hole as a gush of juice poured out. She felt it rush out as his tongue rushed in, felt her lips getting wet as his tongue probed her hot hole. She felt him licking, lapping at her wetness, drinking her, then his tongue moved up, up her slit, separating her inner lips, past her pee hole, up, up to her clit, then on it, and around it, and she squealed with delight as he stimulated her. She began thrusting her hips to meet his face, and then his tongue was off, and back down her slit, and she was pulling her legs up to her chest, and wide apart; she grasped them behind her knees and held them to her, exposing her pussy, pulling her hips up. 

She felt his tongue tickling down her pussy, wiggling in between her lips, down to her hole, inside, then to the sensitive area behind the hole -- 

And suddenly the tongue was at her ass, teasing the tight wrinkled hole, and then it was burrowing inside, pushing into her back door. She felt the wet wiggling sensation run right through to her clit, and then it moved again, back up, her pussy, her lips, her clit. She squirmed, trying to force his tongue to reach her clit faster, feeling the building sensations as it approached, and when it finally got there the surge of ecstasy pulsed through her lower torso. Her back arched, pushing her clit up to meet his mouth, and she felt his hot mouth envelop her pussy and lips. His mouth covered her entire slit, tongue kissing her, then sliding his full, flat, wet tongue up to her clit again, and she felt him pushing his face against her as she pushed up, straining to get to her orgasm.

It was right there, right there, and she was panting, crying out in short gasps, with long moans every time he sucked her clit. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Uhhh-hhnn. OH! Uhnnn! O-OO-OOH!" She felt her eyes roll back in her head and her heart was pounding, her mouth was dry and pussy throbbed, ached, as the orgasm built, and he licked her just enough to hold it there, and she pushed to make him MAKE her cum, and he licked and she was grunting now, grunting like an animal. "Uhn! Uhn!" She thrust her pussy up at his face, and then she felt the pressure, "Uhn! Uhn!" and the pressure built, and she knew it was there, "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" it was RIGHT THERE, and she released her legs, letting them fall over his shoulders, pulling his face into her, and her fingers grabbed her swollen nipples and pulled, pulled HARD as the orgasm burst out of her, exploding, and she was screaming, and cumming, and gushing her juice all over his face, and she screamed, and pulled her nipples, crushing his face into her as she drew out the orgasm, pulse after pulse clenching her insides as she screamed, and pulled, and her pussy tightened and gushed fluid.




Lena's New Life Ch. 04



And now her legs relaxed, and his face and mouth drew away from her twitching hole, and she released her poor, distended sore nipples, and she was breathing heavily, but more slowly, slower now, and her eyes opened. 

He was standing up. She could see a tremendous bulge in his pants; she watched him open his pants, reach in, and pull out his hard shaft. Her pussy twitched at the thought of getting fucked, but he turned, reached, and gave her bra back to her. "Put this on," he said, and started stroking his shaft, slowly, spreading the drip of cum on the head, making it glisten.

She sat up at the edge of the bed, wrapped the bra around her, watching him slowly jerking himself as she clipped the back strap, and spun it around so the cups were in the front. She slipped her arms into the shoulder straps, and was about to pull the cups up over her breasts, when he said, "Stop."

She stopped, waited. "How does your ass feel?" he asked, her, stepping directly in front of her, still stroking. It was hard to concentrate with that beautiful, hard dick meat right in front of her.

"My ass? It's, um, OK." She wondered if he wanted her to suck him off? "It's fine, stings a little. It didn't really hurt."

"It wasn't supposed to," he said, jerking a little harder now. She watched his hand squeezing his shaft, applying slow pressure as he jerked himself off. "The switch I bought is designed to sting, and to make a noise, and leave a red spot. Not to hurt." His face was tightening. "I couldn't ever actually hurt you." He was stroking steadily now. "M-mm. Show me your tits."

Her arms still in the straps of her bra, she pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her tits out towards him, the bra pulling them up, and he leaned closer, and she felt the first hot spurt of cum on her tit, then another, and she watched the head of his cock as he pushed it closer to her tits, and the white gooey loads shot out, again, again, splashing onto her tits, dripping, coating them, hot, sticky and oh, so luscious, and then his cock head was rubbing her nipples, smearing the remaining drops of cum on them. And then he pulled back a step.

"All right. You can finish putting it on now." He stood, watching her, his dick still hard and pointing at her. She hesitated, looked at him.

"Should I -?"

"Put it on, slave. Now." She wasn't sure. "Yes, you have cum on your tits. Pull it up." She pulled the straps up, feeling the squishy sensation of her cum-covered boobs settling into the bra. It was odd, but not unpleasant. "Good," he said as she finished, and adjusted. "You may get dressed."

He was putting his softening dick away, and she bent to get her clothes. As she pulled her pants on, she felt her boobs moving around in her bra, coated and sticky. I wonder what all the other wives are doing today, she wondered. She smiled then, thinking, The Slaves. What are the Sex Slaves doing? She finished dressing, noticing the odor of semen as she buttoned her shirt. A little nasty. But a little like raw sex. 

"OK, then, slave. Two Boxes to go. After that last box, we have to go shopping. You will not have the opportunity to change before we go, I'm afraid." He was grinning, and devilish look on his face. She sighed. She didn't know if he got excited because he thought she would feel humiliated walking around with cum tits, or because he thought the cum tits would turn hr on. Frankly, she didn't care why he was excited. She only cared that SHE was excited. She had no idea why a bra full of sticky cum was getting her juiced, but it was. She'd be out in public, walking around knowing that she was a dirty, smelly, just-got-licked-out-and-cum-on slut. Someone was bound to notice. Hell, if they knew, fuck 'em. She reached for box number three.

Inside was leather. Buckles, chains, straps, clamps, clips and lots of leather. They took out harnesses, wrist straps, ankle cuffs, leg spreaders, waist harnesses and collars. Many came in two sizes ("Hey, they're not ALL for you, you know.") There were adjustable straps and retracting snap-clips, slim chains, dog leashes, and leather tie straps. There were pictures attached to the complicated ones, showing how to use them, or wear them. The chest harness strapped your arms across, under your breasts. The leg spreader was an adjustable pole, clipped to the ankle cuffs. The Waist harness (hmm, she thought, that looks nice) wrapped around your middle and strapped your thighs to your torso, wide apart. He tried a couple of cuffs on her for comfort, and they put it all back in.

The last box was too big, he said, and they went out to the entrance foyer to open it. Inside were two items. The first seemed to be a padded skateboard ramp. Covered in a soft, rich brown leather, it was cushioned on all sides, and appeared to be a two-foot-long, three-sided ... what?

"A positioning wedge," he said. "For positioning your body for better access." He showed her the pamphlet that came with it; it pictured a woman (of course it's a woman) laying over it face down with her ass in the air, another face up, pelvis elevated. Another with her torso on the long slant, and her head hanging over the peak. "You see?" 

The second box was a sex swing. Made of sturdy straps and belts, it was a suspension web that held a person aloft with all their parts accessible. The picture on the box looked, well, interesting. She imagined herself in it, open and weightless, being fully serviced ... m-mmm. Yeah ... Serviced ...

They moved everything to the spare room (was it the Playroom now?), got in the truck and headed out. When they got to Home Depot John gave the Normal command, and she was allowed to converse and behave as naturally as she could, under the circumstances. They bought heavy duty metal braces and eye bolts, so that the swing could be hung from the ceiling. He bought five, she didn't know why; she assumed he wanted to be able to move it around the room. On the way home they stopped at a Sporting Goods store, and purchased a number of large workout mats. On the way home she asked what they were for, and he explained that they would make the floor of the Playroom (now HE was saying it!) more comfortable.

When they arrived at home he allowed her to clean up (he kissed her and said, "Free") when they got back home. When she got out of the shower, he was in the attic, mounting the support rods across the ceiling beams. He came down, kissed her, and took her soiled bra from the laundry. 

"What are you doing, saving it?" she joked?

"Oh, no hon. I'm throwing it away." He paused. "We'll probably throw away most of your bras. And panties."

"What. I have to walk around naked all the time now?"

"Of course not, Lena. That would be silly." He came to her, put his arms around her, and held her to him. She felt his firm body wrap around her, and she rested her head on his chest. He spoke softly. "No, tomorrow we will be going clothes shopping." She pulled her head back, looked at him. He HATED going clothes shopping. She was beginning to suspect...

"I have to dress my slave appropriately, you know." 



Lena's New Life Ch. 05



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

There is no sex in this chapter. Just sexiness. Enjoy, and thanks for reading

CHAPTER FIVE - NEW CLOTHES

"Slave."

She opened her eyes to see John looming over her. She squinted into the light, rubbed the sleep out, and tried to open them. Her mouth was dry, and tasted of ... morning. She finally got her eyes opened, and asked him to repeat what he's said. 

"Good morning, sweetheart, he grinned. "You look lovely, and well relaxed." He sat on the bed, leaned to her and kissed her forehead. "We have a big day ahead of us. Slave."

She thought she heard the slave command! She sighed; she was not ready for sex this early in the day. She groaned, rolled over, and he shook her shoulder.

"C'mon, we're not having sex now," he urged. "We have a lot of places to go, and I need you up and dressed. I brought you coffee. You get in the shower while I start breakfast."

"What? What are we doing? And why the Slave Command if we're not having sex?" She was more than just sleep-disoriented, she was confused from the mixed signals. Was she disappointed that they weren't having sex? 

He grinned at her, sat back on the bed. He put his hand on her chest, massaged her breast as he spoke. "We're going shopping for clothes. The reason for the Slave Command is because we will be shopping for your clothes, for your new sex life. I am commanding you, as my Sex Slave, to cooperate and not resist, or disagree, or try to discourage any purchase. Obviously, if something doesn't fit, you'll have to let me know." 

He found her nipple becoming hard, played with it. "However, in addition to saying nothing critical about the clothes we purchase, you will be under command to compliment how they will make you look, and why." 

"Huh?"

"I'll explain more on the way. In the meantime, let's go."

An hour later they were on their way. As they left the house he dragged a large trash bag to the garbage. When she asked what it was, he told her it was her old panties and bras. "You won't be needing them after today," he chuckled.

He explained the Complimenting Command. "During the day you'll be on 'Normal' so you can speak and act freely on any subject except your Slave Commands. When you see a selection I have made, it may not be something you would normally choose. NOT ONLY are you prohibited from saying 'I don't like that', but you MUST say why you like it and how it will look good on you."

"I'm still not following. I get the part about not saying I don't like it. The rest; I don't get the rest."

"OK, for instance," he began to explain. She had to admit, as a Slave Master, he was creative and understanding. He kept it fun, and interesting. "In many cases it may be the reason you would not have bought it. Let's say I pick a blouse. You, on any other day, might think it iss cut too tight across your chest, which, if I may point out, is spectacular." She grinned, and felt a little blush. "Instead of saying "I don't like it because --"

"I have to say I like it because it accentuates my chest." She interrupted. "I think I'm starting to get it."

"Right. A skirt that might have been too tight, or too short ..."

"Oh, this will really show off my legs, and I feel so sexy in it!" she said in a fake girly voice.

"Right idea, but less campy. Approach it seriously." She was tempted to ridicule the idea more, but decided against it. Hey, she was getting new clothes...

"I am your slave," she said, serenely, "I will do whatever you say."

"All right. Normal."

Their first stop was a corset shop, of all places. As they were walking in, she said, matter-of factly, "Oh yes, this will give me that restricted breathing ability that is so sexy." She looked at him sideways, waiting for the angry reaction.

"Silly slave. You probably think that we're going to buy a corset. No, no," he shook his head. "Come with me and get a lesson." A bell over the door jingled as they entered, and an older woman, clearly once beautiful and now simply elegant, came out to greet John by name. With a slight accent, something Mediterranean, she turned to Lena, telling John, "Oh, you said she was so pretty; she is beautiful. You're a lucky man." Lena felt a flush of embarrassment at this compliment from a stranger, but had no idea why. "Come with me, dear, we'll take good care of you." The woman took her by the hand and dragged her into the back room. Lena looked at John, who smiled.

"Most women do not know how to select a brassiere," the woman said, sitting Lena down. "Take off your shirt dear." She was selecting some boxes from under the nearby table. "They go through their entire life with bras that fit only ehh-h," she motioned with her hand, "and never know that it's supposed to look and feel better." She came over to Lena. "What are you doing dear? You have to take off your shirt so we can measure."

"I don't know what I'm doing here."

"He didn't tell you?" she motioned to the front of the store. "He's a good husband, no? But a devil. He should tell you, but OK. You get measured for a good bra, one for you. I make." She waited. "You have to take off your shirt and bra so I can measure. You see."

With half a grin, Lena began to unbutton her shirt. A Custom Fitted bra. What an idiot. What did he think, she couldn't pick a bra? She took off her shirt, started undoing the clasp at her back. For Pete's sake, she's had boobs since junior high, and now Mr. Expert is going to know more about bras than she does? 

And then she was topless, and the woman began measuring, and flitting around her, talking endlessly in her little accented speech. "You probably think this is a waste of time, no? You wear bras all your life, no?" She looked at Lena, thinking. "Except maybe when you were young, maybe you thought you didn't need one, yeah?" Back to measuring. "You probably, two, maybe three times in your life, have a bra that you really thought was good. The rest," she made the motion with her hand, "ehh-ehh. Yeah?" Measure. "You just wear them. No?" That's because those few were the only ones you ever had that almost were right. By accident, by luck, you pick one or two your whole life that fit right and look right on you. A bra for you, for your breast, your shape." She stopped measuring, went to the boxes, took some samples out, fabric cups, straps. She came to Lena, cups in the palm of her hands, and motioned at her breasts. "OK? Yeah?" Lena understood, nodded, and the woman nodded back, starting her talk again. "When you get these from me, you'll be wondering what you were doing the rest of your life, dear." She held the cups up onto Lena's chest, pressing her boobs in. She shook her head, switched for a different set from the box, and did it again. Nodding, she went to another box, extracting scraps of material. 

"You see when you try this on, you see what I mean. This one won't be just right, still a little," she made the hand motion again, "but better than what you are used to, you see." She was constructing a bra from parts, she saw. Different sized pieces were being clipped together, then she brought it over, and helped her put it on.

Damn! She was right! Even though it felt like it was put together, it still fit better, pulled less, held her tits better, and was more comfortable than the one she wore in. She stood, faced a mirror, and the woman stood behind her looking over her shoulder. "Yeah? Yeah, OK? You like this, right?" Actually, Lena thought her tits looked great in this bra! The woman grabbed Lena's shoulders, pulling them back, saying, "Stand up straight, you stoop like that, you'll be a hunchback when you get old, you'll have to get a job ringing bells. Like this, here." With her shoulders back her tits stood up, and presented themselves. They seemed better shaped, better supported, and directed properly, not just bunched and held. Lena nodded approvingly. 

"I like this a lot. You were right. These make my, uh, breasts," she stumbled over what word to use, "feel better, and look better. And they don't make them stick out in everybody's face. I hate that." She turned to one side, then the other. "This is great," she blurted, excitedly.

The woman was beaming with self-confidence and pride. "You see when you get the real ones, how good" she said reaching for the bra, "this is just for test, for show." She took off the bra, set it aside, and went to a third box, smaller. "You wear this one home today. Not your own, like I make, but better than the one you wear in, OK?" She handed it over, and Lena put it on. It was a ¾ cups, so it showed some cleavage, but she was right again, it was a better fit and presentation than what she'd worn in. She put her shirt back on, buttoned it. "Is good, better, yeah? Not what your own will be like, you'll see, but better, yeah?" She reached up and unbuttoned the top of Lena's shirt, exposing the top of her cleavage. "Is like this. Now you look good, not exposed. A little cleavage is sexy, yeah? But before, didn't look right for you, yeah?

Lena looked in the mirror, and she was right. She didn't look trampy with some cleavage showing. She looked, well, sexy. Cool! She smiled at the woman and thanked her, and asked her how much the bra cost. As they went back out to see John the woman said it was free, and then showed her off to John. 

She felt suddenly like she was on display, and John was gazing at her chest like he'd never seen it before. She didn't know if that was good or bad. Good, but what if everyone stared?

"Very nice. It looks as good as you said it would." He grinned at Lena, then at the woman. "And this is not the good one?" 

"No, no, this is for your wife to wear today, to keep. I make the good ones. Probably a week for all of them, I could have a few ready in two days."

"That will be perfect. I'll come by in two days, pick up the first ones, and you call me when the rest are done. I'll take the order we discussed. Can you get me one each in two days?"

"Sure, sure thing. One each, very good." She escorted them to the door. "I see you in two days, yeah?" They said thank you's and good-bye's, and left.

In the car, he asked as they pulled out, "So, what do you think?" He was still glancing at her, like he'd never seen her tits before. She didn't have to fake a Slave answer.

"I really like it. She said the real ones would be even better. But they support my tits better, and make them look sexy, not just out there. Not in-your-face." She paused. "How many did you get?"

"In full cup, two white, two black, one red, one purple. In three quarters, the same, but two red. In half cup, only one white, two each of the rest."

"I don't wear half cups, John," she said. 

"Yet," he corrected. "After the first order she'll make some strapless, other specials ones." He glanced at her, smirking.

"Thank you, John. This is very nice. I can't believe you." 

They chatted as they traveled between stores. As the day continued, the chat became more and more about the clothing he had selected. In some cases he made her wear something new to the next stop. After the bra they visited a hosiery store, where they purchased some fine, elegant stockings, a few dignified but sexy garter belts, and some thigh-high stockings that did not require garter belts.

John: "No more unsexy pantyhose for you, Lena."

Lena: "I like the way the seam accentuates my leg, and the elegant feel of the fabric. And I never thought that fishnet could look so proper."

At the Mall, they visited Victoria's Secret (of course), where they selected a few sexy pair of stockings, and a variety of thongs, strings, boy shorts and other sexy, revealing underwear. All in cotton of course. When the left, they stopped by a rest room; John told her to put on a thong and pair of thigh highs. 

John: "You should feel sexy under your clothes, and look sexy when you undress."

Lena: "I think my ass looks better in these pants with the thong. I always thought the string would bother me, but being aware of it kind of titillates me. And the stockings are so elegant. It's a shame I'm wearing pants."

In the next several stops they purchased some sexy skirts, dresses, and tops. The skirts were tighter than she would have selected, but she had to admit that, while revealing, they were not obscene or ill-fitting. Some were short, one short enough to show the tops of her stockings. They included some denim and leather. Most of the tops buttoned, some were pullover.

When trying them on, John got her to leave more buttons open than she normally would. "You want my tits hanging out so everyone can see them?" she asked. 

"ARE they hanging out?" he countered, and of course they were not. 

"You want men staring at me?" 

He smiled. "I am staring at you. What other men do is not my concern." The tops were all stylish, colorful, and made her feel very pretty. The pullovers were a little tight, and some were a little low. She thought maybe her bra would show. 

"Not in a half cup," he reminded her. 

"I'll look like a slut." 

"Do mean trashy? Or sexy?" 

"I mean slutty. Like a slut." 

"You can be my slut, but I think you mean the type of woman who fucks everyone. You only fuck me. You do it vigorously, and with great enthusiasm. You are a woman confident in her sexual appetite and in her sensuality." She felt her thong getting a little warm. "And you can allow yourself to dress as a beautiful, attractive, confident sensual woman."

She was speechless, then managed a smile. "That was very nice. You sure can sweet-talk."

The store allowed her to wear a medium-length denim skirt and light-colored blouse out. She looked and felt -- different. She felt herself standing more erect, smiling, happy with herself. 

The visited a shoe store next; she had to struggle sometimes to keep her knees together. 

But she was curiously aroused by the idea that someone might see up her skirt. Why did she feel like that?

They purchased heels of varying heights, several different colors, some 'fuck-me' pumps, and two pair of exquisite and dramatic heeled boots. She wore a two-inch heel out.

"So," John asked as they reached the car, "you're wearing heels, thigh-high stockings, a thong, a skirt, new bra and a low-buttoned top." He stepped back from her, admiring all of her. She blushed like a schoolgirl. "You look great. How do you feel?"

"Well," she struggled, breathed deeply, and blurted, "I feel hot! I thought I'd feel like, y'know, whorish and slutty, but it's all class, all elegance, and it looks so good on me!" She spun for him, showing off. "My legs look great, my ass looks great. Doesn't my ass look great?"

"It's to die for, actually."

"And my chest looks noticeable without being obvious. The top makes me look relaxed, comfortable and completely at ease." She paused, looked at him, and put on her fake Austin Powers voice: "O-ooh, ahm dead sexy." She grinned, and he opened the door for her; she climbed in, laughing lightly. She sat in the seat sideways, facing him. "But I gotta tell you, I was getting' a little steamy in the shoe store, when I thought someone might look up my skirt." She quick opened her legs, and closed them again, catching his eye.

He grinned, and pushed her knees into the leg area. "That's because a sexy peek is a million times hotter than a flash." He closed the door and walked around, got it.

"What do you mean?" she asked as they pulled away. 

"What, the flash or the peek thing? Simple. A sexy woman stands in front of you in a skirt. She lifts the skirt, holds it up, and she's all 'hey, look at my pussy, look at my pussy', you know, moving around, all sexual. Sure, I look. Everyone looks. Hell, I stare. But when she puts the dress down, I'm done."

"The same woman is sitting on a park bench, reading a book. I'm on a nearby bench. When I glance over she is moving her leg and I get a peek up her dress, see her thigh. Now I'm hooked. I keep glancing over, trying to keep her from seeing me look, hoping to see more. Maybe she moves a few more times, I see up her dress, I see some panties. Very subtle, fast. But maybe slow enough to not be accidental, you know. This is more of a seduction. She knows I'm looking, she made me look. And she's getting off on getting me aroused. If it's really hot, she's got a tiny strip of panties, or nothing. And she builds up to it, let's me MAYBE see something. All the time she pretends that she doesn't know I'm looking, that she doesn't know anything is showing. Y'see?"

"Because it's a little bit, a hint, a suggestion, it's sexier."

"Right! It's a seduction, like I said. Then maybe she gets up walks away, but on the way she lets me know she knew all along, and it was all on purpose."

"It's a seduction."

"Sure. Very sexy." He paused, pretending to be concentrating on driving. "Don't you ever see me watching you undress at home?"

"God, yes. Your eyes burn holes in me, just about." 

"Almost the same thing. I'm looking to see if I can see something."

She thought about him watching her dress, knowing all the time he'd seen her naked. But he still watched. He liked to watch her, in case he might see something she wasn't planning to show. She smiled. She liked that. She liked being the woman he looked at, the woman seducing him. She wanted to seduce him on purpose.

"Can you show me how to do that?" she asked.

"What?"

"The peek. The little accident-on-purpose flash. Can you show me, teach me how to do it, so I can tease you? Turn you on?"

"You want me to show you how it works?"

"I want you to show me how I can make it work on you."

"Yeah, OK, I can do that. I'd love to." He was grinning.

They made one more stop, at another adult shop, this one with a large selection of lingerie. They picked a varied selection of lace, satin, red, black, purple, loose and tight. Some of them he suggested might be good for wearing under clothes. Once she stepped away from him in the store, and when she knew he was looking, lifted the back of her skirt a little, showing the bottom of one cheek, right there in the store. 

He came over and kissed her. "Yeah," he said, nuzzling her neck. "Just like that."

They selected a few panties, some crotchless; all erotic, and headed for home.

On the way home he explained that from time to time he would be telling her what to wear. "You will continue to purchase items on your own," he said, "and many of the things you wear most of the time need not change at all. You won't have to donate all your old clothes to the poor. But when we are out together, you will wear something in your new style; more alluring and sexy. Most of the time I will allow you to make the choice, unless I feel it is a special occasion. Then I will tell you what to wear." He smiled. "Other times I will tell you only what style to wear, or what bra and panties."

"As you recall," he continued, "the bra you are wearing is just about the only one you own, until we get your new ones. You have plenty of new panties, and we've already thrown away all your old ones. And, from time to time, we'll go through your stuff, and anything that's a little worn or shabby will be discarded. It'll be your responsibility to replace them."

"Clear?"

"Yes."

"Good." He pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. "Free."



Lena's New Life Ch. 06



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. You may want to read chapter one for the setup, but at this point, I'm not sure it's necessary.





For nearly a week she had practiced doing it the ways he had shown her. A few times she had asked for him to help to make sure she was getting it right, and he had given her a few tips. She started getting good at it almost immediately, and she started to enjoy it, for several reasons. Mostly for its own sake; a fun game, and titillating, but also taking on a new challenge and being successful, embracing a change in herself, seeing how proud he was of her efforts, and her success, the way he looked at her, admired her, got hot for her. On both occasions when she had shown him how good she was getting at it, he got super hot watching her, and rewarded her with some really athletic sex. 

After he had told her the difference between seductive flashing and just exposing yourself, she had been immediately intrigued. At her request, he had explained the two styles of seductive flashing; the Intentional and the Accidental. She was able to get really good at the Accidental pretty quickly; it was really just an extension of regular life, except that it wasn't really accidental, it was just supposed to appear that way. She wore loose clothing around the house, or skirts and loose, low blouses, and practiced sitting or standing 'casually' around. When she moved, she would 'accidentally' expose a tit, or allow her shirt to open, and then pretend not to notice. Or she would allow her skirt to ride up as she sat, or 'accidentally' open her legs when she stood up, exposing her ass, or even her pussy. She tried it in dresses, too, exposing a bit of stocking, or allowing the front of her dress to drop as she bent. 

The problem with accidental, she knew, was that he knew that it was not an accident. He had explained to her that when a woman does this, it immediately hooks the guy's attention as long as the guy can allow himself to believe that it's accidental. That makes him keep looking, trying to see if it happens again. It's a brilliant seduction, but only if the illusion is complete. Since he was telling her how to do it, she was pretty sure he knew what she was doing. 

It was a lot like when she got dressed in the morning, or undressed at night. He still watched, looked at her body, trying to get a look at her naked. Recently she had started allowing breast to drop out of the covers when they talked, casually, like it didn't matter, until he got distracted and couldn't concentrate. Or she would allow her robe to slip open at breakfast, just enough to let a nipple show. Or she'd sit in her robe with her feet under her, and maybe it would fall away, exposing her pussy.

It was fun, and he looked, and she liked when he looked. As long as she didn't overplay it, she could probably get away with it once in a while.

The 'Intentional' style gave her a little more trouble at first, but she felt that she now had the hang of it. This was less subtle, more direct than the accidental peek style. The keys, he had told her, were attitude and eye contact. You really had to know what you were doing in this, because if it looked false or goofy, then it wasn't sexy or seductive. Then, he'd said, you may as well be pulling up your shirt and jiggling your boobs yelling 'Yo, check it out, check it out!' Not that there is anything wrong with that, if you're going for big, loud, naked-tits-in-your-face. But if you're going for sexy, for seductive, you have to have the attitude and the eyes.

There were three basic attitudes, but she didn't like the 'expose yourself and walk around' attitude; she felt it was too close to the big-loud thing. Nope, her favorites were the seductive touch and the nonchalant flash. She practiced both, sometimes in front of a mirror. They weren't as easy as they sounded. Hey, how hard could it be to pull up your skirt for a few seconds while you're doing something else? She thought it would be easy, but you have to learn NOT to focus on the skirt, or else you'll get distracted from what you're saying, or doing. Regardless of whether you are flashing your ass, or tits or pussy, you have to be able to do it as second nature, without losing your focus on whatever you're distracting him from. These moves she had practiced in front of the mirror, making sure she could smoothly get the right exposure and get it covered again without concentrating. She thought she had it down good enough.

Her other favorite attitude, of course, was the eye contact touching flash. In this one, you fully catch his attention, get him looking right into your eye, then quickly try to pull his eye away by touching some part of you. Basically, you draw his attention with your hand, and watch him struggle between looking into your eyes or following where your hand is going.

Sometimes during dinner at home she'd look at him until he looked up, and as soon as his eyes met hers, she'd gently touch or squeeze her own nipple. Or watching TV he might glance over to her, and she'd pull her shirt down to expose a breast. Once she went to his office door, said "knock, knock," and as he turned, she stared into his eyes, lifted her skirt and gently rubbed her pussy. He was so distracted she thought his head was going to twist right off! He was stuttering and his eyes were blinking...

And so it was that after her days of rehearsal she felt she was ready to take her skills public. She wanted to try out whether she could do this to him without being seen. It was fun in the house, but she remembered the shoe store, the day they went shopping, and she had the skirt on ... she had gotten a little hot that day, thinking someone might see up her skirt, and that had made her curious, and ... had led to today. 

She thought that she ought to feel stupid, or ashamed or cheap or, well, something bad for wanting to flash John like this. She was almost trying to convince herself that she shouldn't want to do it. But the fact was, she did want to, and she was pretty excited about trying it.

He had agreed to take her out this morning for an excursion. They had decided to drive at least a half an hour from home, just on the off chance that something doesn't go right, they didn't want to be around someone who might recognize them. She showered and dressed, selecting a dark cotton skirt, not tight, with a nice flair, so it moved easily when she walked. It came down to about mid-thigh, so it rode up nicely when she sat, exposing a generous view of her sexy legs. She was deciding between a crotchless panty and a G-string that had only a thin strap up her butt and a two inch strip covering the front. Damn, she thought, if I wasn't completely shaved I'd be showing on every side. She chose the G, and figured that if she wanted to show everything, she could pull it aside, or just take it off. 

She selected a low-cut, front button blouse, plain white, and a corduroy blazer. Her bra was a half cup, so the tops of her boobs and her excellent cleavage were pretty easy to see.

No stockings today, she'd decided, and slipped on a low, two inch heel. She grabbed her purse, and went outside to meet him. She was tempted to lift her skirt at the top of the stoop, but resisted. The neighbors might see, and this wasn't for them. 

They drove for a while, chatting about this and that. They got to a fairly large town, passed the mall (they'd be coming back there) and looked for a shoe store – not a service store; one of those discount shoe stores where you help yourself. Her idea, actually, since this had started in a shoe store. When they found one, before they got out, he managed to control his excitement enough to remind her that she was NOT under slave rules, and that she was free to do what she wanted. 

"Of course I am," she said, "and thank you for reminding me." She kissed him lightly, whispered, "I love you, John," and then kissed him again, more deeply, slowly. Breaking the kiss, she reached for the car door, and stepping out, said, "C'mon, honey, let's go get some new shoes!"

They walked into the store, acting like regular customers. That was actually the easy part, because she damned well intended to leave here with some new shoes! They walked to the men's area first, wandering the stacks of self-serve boxes, looking at the styles on display. There were a few other people around, and she glanced around the store, seeing no one near the men's sneakers. Good place to start. "Oh, there they are honey, the sneakers are over here," she said, and started over there ahead of him. As she got to the aisle she turned her head slightly to make sure he had followed only a few steps behind. As she got two steps in, she continued walking, but reached behind herself to lift her skirt, exposing her round ass cheeks as she moved.

"Did you want the high tops this time?" she asked, dropping her skirt as she stopped and reached for a sneaker. She grinned, knowing from his face that he had gotten an eyeful. They looked at a few pair, and he even tried one on. She helped him look for sizes, dropping her shirt open and slipping her hand inside. She slipped her bra down off her breast, but kept the jacket closed as she stood. She took a box off the shelf, held it to him with one hand, asking, "Are these the ones?" and with her free hand pulled the jacket and shirt aside, exposing her tit and very erect nipple. 

He bought the sneakers.

When she saw the women's area was almost empty (there was one woman who just wouldn't finish and leave) she drifted over there while he was putting his own shoes back on. When she got there, she grabbed the foot-measuring thing, and sat on the bench. When he stepped in, she lifted one leg, spreading her knees and completely exposing the tiny piece of fabric covering her smooth pussy. "Can you measure my feet? I want to make sure I get the right size." She was surprised when he took it seriously, and got down on one knee in front of her to measure her foot. She slipped her shoe off, and placed it on the device, and bent forward to see the results. One hand lifted the front of her skirt as she did, smiling at his reaction. He was blushing! How cute!

Just then that woman rounded the turn into the aisle, and Lena could swear she made a face as she lowered her skirt as though nothing were happening. She slipped her shoe back on, and stood to look at some shoes. She would pick one up, turn it, look at it, put it back. Every time she saw his gaze turn to her she would slip a hand to her breast and cup it, pushing the blazer back with her hand. She slowly drifted to the next aisle, away from that bothersome woman. 

In the next aisle she found a few pair she liked, and John helped her find them in her size. She sat, tried one on, extending her leg and pointing her toe to get a visual. "What do you think, honey?" she asked, and when he looked at the shoe she lifted and spread, giving him a full view of her G string and crotch. 

She picked two pair, John got his sneakers, and they went to the counter. As they were leaving that woman came to the counter; Lena thought she heard her mutter something as they were leaving. 

John was walking in front of her. As he neared the truck, she "accidentally" dropped her bag and paused, and he began to turn around at the sound. As soon as she saw him begin the turn, she said, "Damn, I'll get it," and stopped, turned, and bent over at the waist, her ass pointed in his direction. She flipped the skirt up and over her butt cheeks, and she briefly felt the air on her exposed flesh. She was sure he could see the string up her butt crack as she reached for the bag, lifted it, and stood back up, her skirt dropping back down into place. She turned, and walked past him, leaving him standing still and grinning like an idiot. 

When they got in the truck they laughed, and he told her how hot she was, and she said how turned on she was. He volunteered to take care of it for her, and she promised him later, but first, she said, we're going to the mall.

The first thing she did when they got there was to find a rest room. She got into the stall, opened her shirt, and removed her bra. She took a moment to pinch her nipples, to get them good and hard, then gave them an extra pinch just because she liked it. (You are playing with your nipples in a public rest room, she said to herself, what is the matter with you?) One last squeeze, and she re-buttoned only halfway up, using the jacket to hold it closed. Then she reached up under her skirt and removed her G string. She put them both in her purse. She flushed (to fake it) and checked herself in the mirror. She saw that when she moved just right, her shirt opened up exposing the bare skin between her breasts. She could also put her hands into the pockets of her blazer, and pull to the sides to make the shirt open, but not enough to pop out a tit. 

When she came out she said she was thirsty, and they went to the food court. She found a small table, and John went to get a couple of sodas. There were people all around but it as not really crowded, and she tried to get the best line of view. She turned her chair to face the counter where John was picking up the drink, and waited. She hoped he didn't spill!

As he approached with the two cups of soda, she waved to show where she was, then glanced around, saw no one but John in her direct line of site, and separated her knees. She knew that he could see right up her skirt to her naked (and now a little damp!) pussy. She closed them when she saw him laugh.

They shopped. They looked at a lot of stuff. She bought a few shirts. In several stores she exposed a breast. Twice more she showed her ass. Once when they were alone in a smaller store, she opened her shirt, rubbed her nipples, and then pinched them harder than she usually did. They stayed hard a long time, and she left her jacket open. She thought they could be seen through the fabric, dark and hard. 

She was having fun, but her feet were getting a little tired, and she didn't want to shop anymore. And she really wanted to get fucked! She let him know that there was one more store she wanted to see, and off they went, John carrying the few bags, walking behind her. 

As they entered an intersection, where a lot of people were milling about, she stopped and turned suddenly to face him, spinning so that her skirt flared out for a second, flashing her bare ass and pussy to him, and, of course, to anyone else who noticed. She pretended it hadn't happened, and announced she had changed her mind, that they should leave now. Obviously, John agreed. As they were leaving she caught several long stares from some nearby males and at least one female. And one girl was hitting her man on the arm.

"I can't believe you," he said as they were exiting.

"Why, John, whatever do you mean?" she flipped her hair in an exaggeratedly flirty manner. She was heading up the few steps to the parking lot, and he was following. She reached the top, stopped and spun again, with the same result, only this time he was slightly below her, and his eyes were almost even with her pussy. "How could you not believe me?" she fake pouted. "Do I lie to you?"

He was ginning up at her, and she took the opportunity to lift her skirt with one hand, and give her lips a quick rub with the other. There was no one around. She dropped the skirt as he started up the steps. 

"M-mm, nice and wet for you. Is this what you can't believe?" He reached her, and they continued to the car. "You can't believe that I got off showing you my tits and ass? And my hot pussy?" She linked her arm in his as they walked. "Is that it, John? You can't believe your conventional, proper wife enjoyed flashing you in a public place? Hmm?"

He put the packages in the back seat, then held her door open as she got in. She got halfway in, but sat sideways, facing him in the open door. She looked into his eyes. She pulled her shoulders back a little, allowing her bare chest to show.

"I can't believe how totally fucking HOT you are, that's what I can't believe!" He draped one arm over the top of the car door and leaned the other on the door frame. She figured he was blocking the view of anyone who might wander by. She slipped a hand into her shirt, moving the fabric aside, cupping and caressing her breast as she watched him and listened. "I always knew you were hot, and you have always turned me on," he was saying, "and a couple of times you have let loose and gone wild; I knew you had an adventurous side," Her finger circled her nipple, feeling it swell under her touch, hard and sensitive. "But I never imagined this, or anything like this!" His voice was excited, filled with wonder and amazement. "I never dreamed you could do this, that you'd be capable, or willing. But there you were, showing me your pussy like it was nothing, damn! You are unbelievable! You are a dream come true. I couldn't believe you were so good at it, so confident and cool."

"I was good at it because I was enjoying it, silly." She had both hands on her breasts now, pulling and squeezing the nipples, and she felt herself starting to breath heavily. "I was SO getting off on it! It got me excited to tease you, thinking that you were getting all hard and hot for me."

Over his shoulder a young couple approached, then walked by. She continued her nipple play. She thought the girl might have glanced back at her. She didn't care.

"The hottest part for me was when I took off the bra and panties, 'cause I knew that I could surprise you. I knew that you weren't expecting to see my naked pussy like this." She dropped a hand from her breast to her crotch, lifting her skirt and spreading her legs enough for him to step between her knees. She rubbed her fingers on her labia, felt the rush of fluid as her finger parted her lips and her excitement poured out. She spoke in a heavier voice now, deeper, and thick with pleasure. "O-oo, yeah, when I knew that you were going to be seeing my pussy, I got so hot. My nipples were all hard and I felt my pussy get wet." She slipped a finger into her pussy, coating it, then drew it up her slit to her clit, where she circled her button, felt it getting hard. "I was thinking about your dick getting hard, thinking about you sticking that dick in my pussy." She stared at his face, watched his eyes as they flashed from her face to her tits to her pussy. They seemed to want to see all of her at once. "Thinking about you fucking me made me even hotter, and made me want to tease you more. M-mm, it made me so hot." The finger slipped back into her pussy, then was joined by a second one. "We'd better get home fast so you can fuck me."

"The hell with that," he said, and closed her door, sprinting to the driver's side. He started the truck, pulled out, and drove to the end of the lot, where there were almost no cars. Probably just the employees who don't want door dings. He put it into park, moved his seat back, then raised his hips and opened his pants. 

"There's no way I can make it all the way home."

She managed to stop playing with herself long enough to recline her seat. She lay back, lifted her skirt, and opened her shirt and jacket completely as he climbed over the center console. His pants were at his ankles, one leg out, and he climbed on top of her, his hard pole sticking straight out, wet from the drops of cum that had formed at the tip. He lowered himself, and she grabbed his shaft, guiding it straight into her hot sex hole. He entered her in one smooth stroke, her MOST favorite sensation, the 'suddenly filled' feeling, and she groaned as he slipped in, feeling his balls touching her pussy lips. He was wild then, pumping hard; strong physical thrusts pulling almost all the way out and penetrating all the way in, no easy lovemaking today. She had created an animal, and she was ready for it, her pussy gushed juices under the punishing thrusts, accepting his dick, squeezing it, trying to hold it, to milk it, to pull it in every time it withdrew, and exploding in sensation every time it returned. His pubic bone was banging against her clit on every down thrust, she was hot, so very hot, and her orgasm, started by her fingers, built quickly, she felt it increasing, pushing her hips up to meet his fucking. 




Lena's New Life Ch. 06



She thrust her hips up, forcing her legs wider, forcing her clit onto him, feeling his cock rubbing her G spot, and her climax built faster now, faster, and stronger, and she was shouting, and then it broke and her orgasm gripped her torso, exploding in a spasm of pleasure, and her body froze in passion as it gripped her, and now he was grunting, and then crying out, and she felt his body tense and his dick was jerking in her pussy, and she knew he was cumming, shooting his load in her, filling her pussy with hot cum as her orgasm peaked a second time, a second orgasm, brought on by his, and they grunted and groaned, cumming together.

She felt him laying on her then, felt his weight, smelled his hair, his scent; she smelled their combined sex smell, and she squeezed her pussy muscles around his dick, felt his dick move in response. She squeezed her legs together then, although she was still drained. He raised himself up on his elbows, to look into her face. He grinned; she felt herself grinning back. They were both still breathing heavily, and the grin turned to a gentle laugh, and she felt his dick softening inside her, still mostly hard, and he took a few last, gentle strokes in her mushy cum-soaked hole, and then lifted off and pulled out. She looked down to see a string of cum connecting his dick to her pussy, stretching, and finally break as he rolled over the console. 

"Got any towels, or napkins over there?" he asked. She checked the door panel, found none, said, "Nope, looks like we're going home sloppy this time." She watched him pull up his underwear, and pants, and closed them over his sloppy shaft. Remembering her own underwear, she reached for her purse, and took out the tiny piece of fabric. "Easy for you," she said, "but I don't think that these are going to be any help for me." She looked at them; had an idea. She rolled them up in a ball (it was a pretty small ball, she thought, but better than nothing). She spread her legs, craning her neck, and stuffed the rolled G string into her pussy, leaving one of the straps sticking out. "That's the best I'm gonna get," she said, "you better get us home as quick as possible, that was pretty big load in there," she chuckled, and put her seat back up. "I don't think it's going to hold for long." She felt some cum leaking around the sides.

She looked out the window, shaking her head in amazement at the woman she had become. She sighed contentedly, smiling.



Lena's New Life Ch. 07



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

If you are joining the series in progress, I recommend reading chapter one for the background. As always, thanks for reading. Civil comments welcome, others deleted. 

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Lena admired John's thinking in his idea to put workout mats on the floor of the playroom. They were prevneting her knees from getting sore when she was restrained and kneeling like this. If not for the pads, she would not be able concentrate on her orgasms, which were coming pretty regularly now.

John had given the Slave Command, and she had obeyed. Although frankly, there wasn't anything he had made her do that she wouldn't have volunteered for. She just didn't have the imagination for it. In all her fantasies, and even in the movies she'd watched and the books she'd read, she would not have dreamed this up. And yet when he was instructing her it immediately sounded like great fun; she almost had to restrain her enthusiasm to obey. But she managed to hold back enough, and now here she was. 

She felt another orgasm building, and the anticipation welled up in her, almost causing her to lose her breath. She focused on stimulating herself just right, just enough, without making it hurt too badly. It took control, and effort, and her skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration. She moved slowly, allowing the dildo to enter her by moving only her hips.

She was naked, of course, except for the harness and straps, and the blindfold. The harness around her torso held her arms in place, strapped across her, under her breasts. The back of the harness was attached to her ankles so that she could not stand up. The straps just above her knees were attached to a spreader; basically an adjustable pole with attachment rings, it held her knees apart. She could be more comfortable if she could sit back, lower her ass to her feet. But that was impossible.

The nipple clamps were set to 'just before pain' tightness and were attached by rope to one of the new ceiling hooks. The rope had been pulled to stretch her nipples a little, and this, combined with the strap between her harness and ankles, froze her upper body in place, with very little range of motion. She could lower herself toward her ankles only a little, and when she did her nipples were stimulated with excruciating delight; lowering too far made it really hurt. 

Which would be fine, but the tension between the straps holding her down and the rope holding her up positioned her body about halfway down the dildo that was attached to the floor beneath her. John had used one of the suction cup models; it stayed in place and you could ride it. She strained to get all the way down on it, really filled and fucked, but of course the nipple clamps prevented her. And she couldn't get off it, from the ankle straps. So she remained there, half-fucked, half-stimulated. 

To tease her further, John had inserted a butt plug up her ass, a vibrating one. It felt larger than the one she used on herself when she'd masturbated, but he had used a lot of lube, and been slow and careful as he inserted it, allowed her anus to stretch and accept the plug. It gave her a good, full feeling, but not the one she desired; she also felt the vibration through her vaginal walls to the dildo, and her clit, though not directly. 

And so she knelt, alone, pinched, penetrated, inserted and vibrated. With her eyes covered she saw nothing but black, nothing to distract her from the sensations she felt. There was no sound in the room but her breathing, and her occasional grunts and moans of her orgasms, on top of the low drone of the vibrator in her. 

The lack of visual and audio stimulation allowed her to focus completely on what her body was experiencing, and how subtle, careful movements could increase and enhance those sensations. Three times already she had cum; huge, racking orgasms that shook her, almost collapsing her to the floor, but forcing her to enjoy them frozen in place by her bonds and restraints. As each passed it left a residue, as though not complete, and they never really finished, they just receded, and began to build again. On the last one she had intentionally pulled her upper body down as she came, getting more penetration in her pussy and severe pinching on her nipples, creating an electric flow of pleasure from her crotch to her breasts; as the orgasm crested and crashed through her, her entire body shook, racked by the mix of pleasure and pain. 

And now her fourth was coming. She lowered herself again; straining her nipples to the limits of their endurance (they would be really sore tomorrow! Sweet!). She had gotten another inch or so of penetration, sliding easily down on the cum-drenched tool. Inside her thighs were also wet with her juices; she had felt it gushing out of her each time, and felt it cooling on her skin. She smelled her sex, her musky odor, and it only increased her arousal. Holding her upper body still, feeling the additional twinges from her heavy breathing, she struggled to move her hips slowly forward and back.

Shifting her hips this way moved the dildo in her, pushing it against her G-spot, then against the back wall where it pressed against the butt plug. The motion also dragged it slightly in and out of her, creating some motion and pressure on the sensitive opening of her pussy.

In order to move her hips without moving her upper body, she clenched her stomach muscles and her ass. This forced additional friction and tension around the plug, increasing the intensity of the vibration, and adding to the overall bombardment of sensation. She was astounded at her ability to isolate and concentrate the motion AND her focus on the feelings, and her orgasm began to build. 

She thought that John might still be in the room with her, but he had been so silent for so long that she was able to believe she was alone. Was he watching? Was he jerking off, getting hard and excited watching her like this, helpless to do anything but keep fucking herself? The thought not only intrigued her, but increased her excitement, pulling her orgasm closer. 

Each shift of her hips tugged the nipple clamps a little, sending jolts through her chest to her pussy, where her hole was enjoying the movement and penetration, enhanced by the vibrator. God, she was so wet, so hot. Her legs were getting tired though, despite weeks of exercise, and she didn't think she would be able to maintain this position after another orgasm, especially if it was a strong one. 

She was grunting now, trying to force the dildo against her G spot repeatedly; when she tried too hard her nipples pulled painfully, and she gasped. She was sweating more, too tired to go on, too excited to stop. Her climax was closer, and she felt it looming large; she knew it would be tremendous. Thrilled and terrified, she worked to pull it through, to earn her release.

She felt it building, approaching, threatening to explode her in a fury of pleasure and pain, of pinching and yearning release, of glorious ecstasy and delirium. 

She stretched her spine, trying to press down further on the dildo, to get more penetration, more pressure on her clit, straining at the clips holding her nipples, squeezing her ass, the pressure of her impending climax just waiting, waiting, just out of reach, and she was groaning with the strain, Her mouth opened, and a single sound emerged; long, drawn out, as she felt the orgasm inch closer, closer. The sound changed volume, changed shape as she breathed, strained, and still the orgasm was closer. Finally the sound coming from her changed pitch as the orgasm was right there, so close, and increased in pitch and volume again, and it was RIGHT THERE...

And it hit her, like a comet striking the earth, full of fire and fury and passion, so good it hurt. Her body locked into position, frozen in the rigor of passion; a giant spasm gripped her. She inhaled sharply as it struck; then, frozen in place, yelled as it ran through her, punishing and delighting her, and her pussy gushed, hot wet cum pouring out around the dildo, soaking her legs, the floor, and still she screamed, unintelligible sounds; grunts and shouts and barks, her body jerked at the restraints, surging, straining, pinching, pulling up, pulling down. And still she screamed. No longer a wail, now short fierce yelps, again, again; and still the orgasm railed her. She fought to maintain control while releasing control, fought not to collapse as her body gave in, surrendering to the waves pounding her, completing her, finishing her. They pounded through her, hard, then more softly; less urgent, and smaller; now the ecstasy becoming more sublime, the passion slipping into satisfaction. 

"That was beautiful," she heard, suddenly, from her side. She turned her heard towards it. "Open your mouth," he said.

She opened her mouth, facing the direction the sound came from, still heaving breath from her orgasms. She felt something at her lips, recognized the feel and smell of his dick, tasted the cum dripping from the tip. She rose up a little off the dildo, releasing the pressure on her sore nipples, her legs and back grateful for the change of position. It entered her mouth, and she sucked on it, hard, now able to move her head and shoulders. She was almost completely off the dildo now, her pussy vacant but for the tip inside her, still inside and holding her open. She sucked, then felt him pull back, and out. Her mouth tried to follow but was met by a hot splash on her lips and face, the smell of his cum filling her nostrils, as another, and another splash joined the first. Her lips and nose, her cheeks; into her mouth, down her chin, smothered in hot drippy cum, oozing down her face, as her mouth opened and closed under the barrage. 

And then it stopped, and there was silence, and still she was up off the dildo, still unable to come down from the clamps that held her in place. She heard some sounds around her, as though someone were trying to be silent, but it wasn't working. 

After several minutes she heard the door to the room open, and a short time after, felt his hands working at her knees, and the release of pressure as the spreader was removed. She felt the work at her ankles as the strap was released. Then his hands were under her arms, lifting her, allowing her to stand, finally, her legs and lower back stretching back into normal positions. Still she could see nothing, could smell only his cum and her sex scent, and he was not speaking. Movement at her nipples now; then the first clip was released; blood rushed to the nipple, almost painful, it would be plenty sore later. The other was released as well, with an identical rush of blood, the same sensation of warmth and pain. 

Her arms were released, and loosened, her hands went immediately to her sore and swollen nipples, massaging them, gingerly caressing them back to normal. She felt his hands at her face then, and the blindfold was removed, and she blinked at the bright light, her eyes coming to focus on his face, his beaming face, proud and smiling. 

"You are so beautiful, so sexy beautiful." He kissed her lips, ignoring the mess on her face. "So hot, so sexy, so desirable. What a woman, I am so lucky to have you." He held her then, and she dropped her face to his shoulder, casually wiping some of the cum off on his shirt. She knew that he loved watching her cum, SEEING her cum, and it really got him off. And the bigger her orgasm, the more ... grateful? That might be the word ... the more grateful he was. It was like his happiness was tied to her pleasure. Well, she thought, her arms now around him now, as they held each other in silent content, if my four orgasms bring him happiness, then who am I to spoil it? Her face broke into an uncontrolled smile, her eyes closed, as he stroked her hair, her back, and whispered, "Free." He hummed, holding her close, pressing their bodies together, supporting her. Her eyes closed, and she felt him lower her to the bed, whispering, "I love you, Lena."



Lena's New Life Ch. 08



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One. 

*

Lena wanted to suck John's dick.

She was home, and alone, and she missed him. She had started thinking about it over an hour ago, and now the idea was possessing her. She had played it over and over in her head; each time the vision was more detailed, more elaborate, more kinky and nasty and slutty. Earlier she had wanted to fuck, but now all she wanted was his dick in her mouth. That probably had something to do with the two powerful orgasms she'd already had that day, and the third one that she was working on right now. As she slid the thick, nine-inch dildo in and out of her sopping wet pussy, she remembered how she had gotten to this point ...

John had gone for the weekly meeting with their Financial Advisor. Sometime she went with him; today she'd stayed home for some 'self' time. Her legs needed a shave, and so did some other parts, and she liked to take her time with it. After John left, she finished breakfast and took out one of her books. (She thought about firing up a porno on the DVD, but felt that 9AM was too early for porn. A person should at least wait until 11...) She picked up the Dominatrix Diaries from the nightstand, but didn't feel like it right now. She went to the Play Room, opened the Toy Closet, and selected ... hmmm... how about that one? 'Variations and Transformations' was a collection of stories (fiction, she was sure, no one did these things in real life) of women engaging in unusual and kinky sex acts, or of formal or proper or uptight women who become total nympho's.

Back in the bedroom, she opened to a random story. In it, a proper and conventional woman (hmm, a transformation?) becomes a total slut, and learns to love it.

It started slowly, setting the scene, until it got to the part where she gets a little drunk at a party, and allows herself to be convinced to play 'Truth or Dare'. The rest of the players, some of them friends she has known a while, laugh at some of her answers, calling her a prude. She is embarrassed, too embarrassed to quit when the game turns sexual. One girl is dared to suck a guy's dick, and she does it, and everyone cheers for them. The woman is shocked, but aroused, and jealous of the other girl's ability and courage.

The game continues to push the edge, getting more physical, and several people are half undressed. They are all Dares now, and then she is Dared to kiss every other player, and she does, she kisses every man there, and one of the girls grabs her, and makes out with her.

The other players are fascinated; the woman is frozen, but not running, she is kissing back, and then she feel hands, more than one pair, and as the kiss breaks she sees one of the men has got behind her, and is rubbing her ass and pussy with the girl who is kissing her ... 

At that point Lena was holding the book with one hand; her other hand had two fingers in her wet pussy, digging all the way in, pressing her G spot, then pulling out, all slick and wet, to massage her clit. She was breathing hard as she continued reading. 

She kisses not only that girl, but all the others, and all the men again, and everyone feels her up, and the men undress her, and she does not stop them...

Her clit was hard, and she rubbed it, alternating light strokes with steady pressure, loving the feel of her fingers on her pussy, IN her pussy. She imagined getting fucked, but tried to concentrate on the story.

She was naked now, and there were hands all over her, men and women, touching her, caressing her, stimulating her. Now they were undressing, and now mouths and lips were on her. Then she was laying down, and someone sucked her nipple, and then both were being sucked, and she felt hard cocks pressed into her hands, and then her mouth. Someone licked her pussy as she sucked a dick into her mouth. Whoever owned it started to fuck her face.

Lena was close to her orgasm now; she felt it building, and stimulated herself to almost cumming by rubbing her clit, then allowing it to recede by finger-fucking her pussy. As she continued reading, she kept alternating these actions, managing her orgasm. 

There was a tongue in her pussy, and it pulled away; a cock left her hand, then she felt pressure at her wet hole as the dick slipped into her. Her empty hand was grabbed, pulled, and she felt a wet pussy, like her own, but different, and her fingers slipped inside, as she was fucked in her mouth and pussy.

Damn, she thought, I could hold this off, but why? She pulled her fingers (three now, they gave her that stretched feeling) out and returned to her clit to get her climax.

The dick in her mouth erupted followed by the one in her pussy. The woman orgasmed over and over

Lena's orgasm was just about to roll over her. She felt it building in her torso, in her stomach and chest, into her pussy. She felt her ass tighten as the muscles clenched.

The woman sucked and fucked everyone in the room, in every hole she had. She ate fucked pussy while her ass was fucked. She sucked two dicks at once. She sucked tits and dick, and licked pussy and ass. She came, and came, and came ...

The book dropped as Lena exploded into spasms, her orgasm tearing through her, her thighs clamping together, squeezing, jamming her hand into her pussy, crushing her clit, as her hips jerked up, again, again, and she was screaming, screaming out loud, and wave after wave ran through her, and over her; her pussy was gushing now, and still she came, and she was thrusting her hips against her hand and STILL she came, and her eyes closed and stars appeared behind her lids and STILL she came, until she finally let it begin to recede, and her twitching body began to relax, and her breathing slowed and her pussy stopped pulsing, and she pulled her hand away. It was soaked, soaked in her juice and her cum. 

And she was refreshed. Damn, she thought, there is NOTHING as truly satisfying as a really powerful orgasm! She was smiling, and she smelled her sex in the room. She smoothed her hair, sat up, put the book on the nightstand (good book!), and grabbed her towel to head for the bathroom. As she got off the bed she saw the wet spot she had left, a large round area. Can't blame him today, she mused! 

She went to the Master Bathroom, ran a bath, soaked and washed. She washed her hair, and then shaved her legs.

When her legs were done, she sat up on the rim (on a towel) and shaved her pussy and used a depilatory cream on her ass. Ever since the waxing at the Spa, she had kept her pussy and ass hairless. She did it whenever she did her legs. She used to think that shaving yourself was something porn stars and perverts did, but she had gotten used to the idea, and really (honest!) liked the way it felt and looked. She looked down at her smooth pussy lips, still a little swollen from her masturbation, and admired the simple elegance of her equipment. Without all that hair in the way, she had started to appreciate how a man could enjoy looking at a pussy. 

Shaving her pussy was easy, but the cream for her ass was messy. Maybe she should check out where to buy a home waxing kit. Or find a place that would do it for her. She sighed. After the luxurious service at the Spa, there was no way she'd find a place that measured up. She decided to go out and look for home waxing kits. That settled, she stepped out of the tub for a second to get the mirror from the towel closet. She set it on the floor and squatted over it. Not elegant, she thought, but it gets the job done. She finished creaming her ass crack, careful around the wrinkled bud. After a few minutes she stepped back into the tub and showered off the cream, then came back out and squatted over the mirror to check her work. She saw it in the mirror, smooth and hairless, opening and closing as her muscles worked. She'd always thought it was closed up tight. She stopped, looked at her image in the mirror, at her ass. It wasn't repulsive without all the hair. She watched what it looked like loose, then tight, then clenched. She saw that the muscles actually pulled the opening in and out as it worked. Curiosity satisfied, she stood. 

She drained the rest of the water from the tub, rinsed it out, and set the temperature to refill, so she could rinse off .

After there were a few inches of water, she got back in, rinsed her shaved areas, and took the bottle of Aloe and E oil from the side of the tub. She rubbed a little on, and felt some shave cream still on her lips. She rubbed it in the water, then remembered the Jacuzzi at the Spa. She hesitated. What the hell, she figured, it's my tub. She spun herself around to that her feet were pointing at the faucet end of the tub. She slid down, her arms behind her holding her shoulders up out of the water. She raised her feet up out of the tub, and slid her hips down to where the running water was filling the tub. She adjusted her position, moving her arms to hold her in place. Then she slowly slid her exposed pussy under the column of running water. 

A flood of sensation swept through her as first her sphincter, then the bottom of her pussy, then her lower lips and then outer lips, and finally her clit were stimulated by the steady stream of running water. Slowly she slid, thinking HOT DAMN how did I miss out on THIS my whole life! She held her body still as the focused water landed directly on her clit now, and the pulses and pressure created sensations she had never felt, not with fingers, or tongue or vibrator. Completely different, yet with a familiar effect, as she felt the feeling build in her groin, building, and she closed her eyes, and the firm yet soft warm water landed on her, on her now hard clit, tapping and soothing, building and building, and then she was shaking, and she struggled to hold her pussy still as the orgasm, much different than the earlier one, enveloped her pussy, and she felt her nipples stiffen, connected to her clit it seemed. A softer orgasm, with soothing waves of pleasure, not the rock-hard freight train she'd experienced earlier, but rolling waves, gently releasing her sexual energy and passion.

After the bath, and shave, and her second orgasm, she'd gotten out of the tub. She dried, did her hair. She rubbed moisturizer all over her skin, massaging it in. She thought about sex. She found that the more she had, the more she thought about it. It was never far from her mind anymore. Earlier, while reading the story, when she was building to her first orgasm of the day, she had first thought of sucking John's dick. She had imagined herself, briefly, in the woman's position, and that John was the one in her mouth. In the tub, too, she had thought about it, but in that version it had been a suck-him-until-he-fucks-me fantasy. 

Still in her big terrycloth robe, courtesy of the Spa, she sat at her vanity, and looked at herself in the mirror. You, she told the image, need to get good and fully fucked. She flushed as the words formed in her head, and she watched the red blush start from her between her breasts up to her forehead. Damn, girl, you are an ANIMAL! Her robe was slipping open just a bit. She slipped her hand inside, caressing her breast, feeling the nipple stiffen. John wouldn't be home for a while; after the Advisor he was stopping to shop for .. what? Who cares? He's not here, and he won't be here. She squeezed the nipple, feeling that connection between her tits and pussy. 

So where could she get a nice hard dick for her aching pussy?

She stood, the robe fell open, and she strode purposefully to the Playroom. She opened the toy closet, and looked for something that suited her appetite. Too small, too thin. Too fancy. There, that one. Maybe. She lifted it, a large dildo, about nine inches, nice full width, heavy feel. Should do the trick, she thought. Even though she would never take all that, she thought.

She was closing the closet door when something on another shelf caught her eye. She stood then, frozen, one hand barely wrapped around the huge silicon cock in her hand. Her other hand reached out. 

Vibrating butt plug.

She hesitated. She reached, then hesitated again. She remembered the Spa, and her finger ... she reached, took it out, and looked at it.

It was only about three inches long, a little longer than her finger. Narrow at the tip, then wider, then a narrow neck and wide base. A miniature lava lamp, it was shaped like. In the base was a place for the bullet vibe. She took one from the shelf, grabbed a bottle of lube, and headed for the bed. 

She was going to use the bed in the playroom, but then, she remembered she had already soiled the sheet in the bedroom, so she went back there. She put her toys on the bed, grabbed the remote, and switched on the TV and DVD player. Too early, my ass, she thought. Using the menu, she found a hot scene with lots of sex, and returned to the bed. She turned down the sound so that the cheesy music track wouldn't disrupt her efforts. 

She sat on the bed, picked up the plug and bullet, and fitted them together. The bullet was wired, with a controller that looked easy enough. She removed her robe, anticipating a nice full stretched and fucked orgasm. Damn, she was so excited her hands were starting to tremble! She got up once more, grabbed the towel from her shower and spread it on the bed, then sat in the middle of it. She took the dildo and plug, and the bottle of lube and coated them generously. 

Lying on her back, her head and shoulders on pillows so she could watch the action on the TV, she squeezed a blob of lube into her palm, and closed her hand to warm it a little before applying it to her pussy. M-mm, she was aching for this, and she took her time, being sure to coat every inch of the outside of her pussy, as well as the inside. She wiped her hand quickly on the towel, and picked up the dildo. 

Damn, it felt heavy, and slick. Because it barely fit in her hand she almost dropped it. Am I crazy? Is this thing going to tear me up? Her anxiety disappeared when the tip brushed her slick lips, and they opened invitingly, spreading to accept the big head as she rubbed it up and down her slit.

She sighed as she slid it up and down, and groaned when it touched her clit. She repeated this motion a few times, making sure that the head was coated not just with lube but with her juices, and then she slipped it down her engorged lips to her opening, and started to push.

Damn, it was big. She felt the head spreading her hole, stretching it, as she pushed it in slowly. Using her other hand, she squirted more lube on the shaft, and head, then spread it out around the shaft and over her pussy lips. Again she pushed, and it slid a little easier now. She sat up, pulled her legs up to her chest, and watched as the fat head of the dildo slipped silently into her body. Her pussy muscles stretched around it as it passed, then closed behind it, wrapping tightly on the shaft as the head moved deeper into her hot tunnel, God what a fucking this was going to be. She felt herself shaking, and didn't know if it was strain, or anticipation, or just excitement. She pulled it back a little, then in, gently fucking herself with just the head of the fat stick. Only about two inches was inside her.

She fucked the dildo in and out a few times, getting accustomed to the size, then started pushing it a little further in. As she pushed it, she waited, feeling that incredibly filled and satisfied penetration. She waited, then pulled back out a little, then in a little further. Each time she went further the wave of warmth spread through her lower body, emanating wider, each pulse in filling her more, now four inches, now halfway in, now five, and the waves spread from her pussy, and she squirmed and groaned with pure delight. Six inches. Her eyelids fluttered. Seven, and she felt it touch bottom, stretching her pussy length, and she stopped, and felt her body adjust to the size, before putting a little more pressure on it, seeing how far, how hard could she take it. A little more and she felt a twinge of pain, and she backed off, almost eight fat slow inches of cock in her, she looked at her stretched opening as she pulled it back, watched the width pulling her pussy lips out as she released the pressure, her mouth open, wishing she had a dick to suck while she was being totally fucked. She lay back now, legs pulled up to her chest still, arms between her thighs as she began fucking the huge dick in and out of her wet, sopping hole.

After a few short strokes she went for a slow, long stroke, pulling it almost all the way out, feeling the head bulging through her opening, almost to the edge. She felt the internal suction as her pussy closed in around the empty space, relaxing, and then stretching again as she slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y slipped it back in, her mouth opened again, breathing heavily, and again she yearned for something to fill her mouth. She did the slow fuck stroke several more times, her breath quickening and becoming shorter as the wallowed in her lust and passion. She started to speed up, felt it was too soon; and took it a little slower. Her head lolled back onto the bed, and turned. 

And she saw the plug. 

She slowly slid the big fat dildo out of her. Reaching for the plug, she lubed it again, then extended her hand down below her ass cheek. Her other hand squirted some lube at the bottom of her pussy, letting it drip down her crack to the tiny, wrinkled hole. She rubbed the tip of the plug in the dripping lube, then rubbed it on her opening. She swirled, and rubbed, and she pressed gently, and the tip slipped in past the outer opening, slipping inside the tight hole. She felt suddenly deliriously nasty, and changed the angle of the plug so that it was pointed straight into her ass.

She pushed a little, feeling it penetrate, remembering the sensation of her slender finger in her ass, and pressed slowly, further, feeling the tip pushing at the inner ring, and the flare of the plug stretched her sphincter muscle. Remembering the finger, she clenched, then released, pushing the plug when she relaxed the muscle. She clenched her sphincter several times, feeling it push the plug against her hand, and with each release the plug slipped in a little further, stretching her, until finally the widest part passed her opening and it slipped firmly into place. 

She allowed herself to exhale. Her ass was penetrated.

The feeling was different from the full pussy feeling, and it was just full, not being pounded. Still, the nerve endings were not accustomed to having something stimulating them, and it sent tingling throughout her pelvic region. She could feel the muscles involuntarily twitching on the plug. This was the dirtiest nastiest sluttiest thing she had ever done! And she was loving it! She reached for the controller.

She turned the dial to the lowest setting before turning it on. When she hit the switch, the plug in her ass came to life, stimulating all the nerve endings, and jolting her with intense sensation. She turned it up slightly, catching her breath when she felt she had it set just right. Her full anus was vibrating, a sensation she had never before felt; it was like her pussy was on fire, it felt like she was just one giant pussy; her entire lower body became a pussy, and her breath came in short gasps as she reached once more for the dildo. 

And Lena wanted to suck John's dick. 

As she pushed the big dildo back into her hot pussy, and began to fuck herself while the butt plug stimulated her filled ass, she felt the orgasm already beginning to build. It would be a big one, a physically draining, full body, all muscles and joints, loss-of-consciousness type of cum, she knew it. As she began sliding the big dong into her wet pussy, the stimulation ran from her pussy to her clit to her nipples and ass and back again. She rolled over then, raising her ass into the air, butt plug humming, as she worked the big cock into her pussy, now using both hands, her mouth open, face pressed into the sheet. She was grunting with each insertion, each penetration. 




Lena's New Life Ch. 08



She was getting fucked, and fucked hard, and her ass was full, and she wanted John's dick in her mouth. She wanted every hole filled; she had two, and it was delicious, her orgasm was building in her pussy as she fucked herself, and her ass was stretched and tormented with pleasure. She was really pounding it in, as far as it would go, no more long slow strokes; she was close to cumming, and she wanted it hard. She felt the head of the dildo pressing against the walls of her pussy every time it pulled out, then again as it filled her. She grunted, groaning as her orgasm built, and her voice became louder as it approached; louder, building with the size of her climax. 

"Uhng! Uhng! Uhng! UHNG! UHNG! UHNG!" And still the orgasm built, just a breath away, and the butt plug in her ass and the dildo pounding her pussy and her face pressed into the sheet and her open mouth, her empty open mouth, and she was imagining John was here, and ramming his dick into her mouth, and then she came, and came hard. Her body shook and she began howling as a giant spasm took her, clenching her hips and legs like a giant fist, then releasing them, and cum flowed from her pussy and down the inside of her thighs. And again the fist clenched her, a second huge wave, and her howl heightened, and increased, and then she was screaming, screaming into the pillow. The orgasm crashed her, pounded her; her hands frozen, they held the silicon giant pressed in as far as she could stand it. Wave after wave rolled through her, and cum gushed around the dildo, down her thighs, soaking the towel and sheets, until, quivering, the waves receded, and her body shook one last time, then trembling, relaxed and fell to her side on the bed, exhausted. 

She managed to lift one leg, and slid the big dildo out, and her cum gushed out as the head popped out, soaking her leg and hand. She rubbed her raw pussy gently with her cum, sweetly massaging the swollen lips, feeling the soreness seep in as the excitement left. She smelled her scent, her sex smell, and she smiled. She put her hand to her face, inhaling deeply. Tentatively, she reached out her tongue, tasting her cum on her fingers. 

She reached out for the controller and turned off the vibe. Reaching behind her, she slowly pulled out the butt plug, wiping it and her hands on the towel. And she fell fast asleep, exhausted, satisfied, and smiling. 

Later, when she woke, she was still naked. As she got up to pee, she felt her pussy was sore, her ass was tingling...

And she wanted to suck John's dick.



Lena's New Life Ch. 09



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version (see chapter one) of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

*

She had taken a long hot bath, soaking and relaxing for the night ahead. She had shaved her legs, pussy and ass, making sure they were nice and smooth. She oiled her shaved areas and moisturized the rest of her, making sure that every inch of her skin was smooth and soft. She did her hair and nails, and put on makeup like they were going out. She selected clothes for the evening but did not dress yet: stockings and garter, no panties, a red ½ cup bra, three-inch heels and a snug black dress that showed enough cleavage to be just short of slutty. She put on a robe and started the food, put the champagne on ice, and got out the necessary arrangements. She had everything set when she got the call, saying he'd be home in about 45 minutes. She did not let on, but spoke to him with all the love she felt, and told him how much she missed him, and please don't be late. 

She began to dress. As she slipped on the stockings and dress she watched herself in the mirror. She thought she looked sexy and attractive. Her mind started to slip towards the planned events, and she felt the excitement begin, just a slight twinge between her legs as the first blood rushed to her sex. She finished dressing, put on perfume and a triple strand of pearls. She started a hot tub for him, and took out the food. He arrived fifteen minutes late, with two dozen roses and a shopping bag, with two new vases. She kissed him in the hallway, lightly, then more deeply, gently flicking her tongue into his mouth. She took the flowers from him, and enjoyed him watching her in her dinner dress, elegantly putting the flowers in the two vases. He sipped champagne, chatted, told her how beautiful she looked. They sat at the dining room table, eating the light snack and sipping champagne. They talked, and he stared at her. Several times she caught him looking down her dress. Finally he asked.

"This is very nice," he began. "But I'm nervous. Is there an occasion I have missed or forgotten?"

"No, John," she replied sweetly. "You know that if you had missed a date you wouldn't be getting the 'nice' treatment." She smiled, her face lighting up as it only did when she was fully happy. "Honestly." That said, she could see that he was still confused. She stood up, pulled her chair closer to him and sat down, taking his hands in hers. "Seriously, here's what's up. For a few weeks now we've been having very hot, adventurous and exciting sex." She looked away, suddenly feeling sheepish, and unable to meet his eyes. Regaining her composure, she started again. "I've been longing for some nice regular sex, something warm and cozy and hot. I have truly, TRULY loved all the new things we've done, and I can't express how grateful I am to you, for opening up my world, my experience, my... my self... it's all been wonderful, and I love it and I love YOU. Every day I wonder if there will be a new thing, something new, a new treat, a new experience; it's like I've been reborn, I swear ..." She felt herself blathering, and took a deep breath. "So I wanted to celebrate, to have a nice date, just us at home, a romantic 'together' night. I wanted to make love. I want to make love to you, to show you my love, and to feel yours." She saw his expression change, from confusion to happiness, to that other face, like when they were young ... "you know, regular sex, without any complications. Well," she corrected herself, "not 'regular'. Not TOO regular, anyway. I want super-hot sex, and I want plenty of it!" She was gripping his hands, rubbing them gently, and that tingle returned between her legs. She started to anticipate her first of many orgasms. "I want us to have a long, slow relaxing night of wild, hungry never-ending sex." She looked into his face, and saw that he understood. Better, he agreed! 

He took his hands from her, leaned in, and took her face in his hands, gently. "I think it's a great idea, honey. I'm glad you thought of it." He bent to kiss her. "I love you. We'll have a nice, relaxing night together, and make love until we pass out." He kissed her again. "And no kinky stuff." Another kiss, but she stopped him, and put on her disappointed face. "OK," he grinned, "a little bit of kinky stuff, but not too crazy."

"That's my man," she said. "Come with me, and bring your champagne. Your bath is ready."

She sat in her dress at the edge of the tub, the room lit by scented candles. They sipped champagne in the steamy room, and she washed his hair, and his back. She rinsed him with warm scented water. They made small talk, and fun talk, and serious talk and sex talk. She shaved his face, then his balls and around his cock, and up his ass. They kissed and fondled and caressed, he being careful not to get her wet. They joked, and they laughed, and they touched as though they were falling in love all over again. 

After washing and shaving, she made him stand and rinsed him with clean warm water, not caring if she splashed herself, spraying his shoulders, chest, back; his fine, firm ass, his legs. She made sure to rinse his dick, and under his balls, and between his cheeks. She slipped a finger into the crack of his ass, and toyed with the small hole there. Then she wrapped him in a huge towel, dried him off, and wrapped her fresh, clean boy toy in a terrycloth robe. It was the one from the Spa they had visited. She leaned in to kiss him, smelling the fresh bathed scent, the steam, the soap; feeling the heat from his still-moist skin, and then feeling the moisture seeping from between her pussy lips as their tongues met, wrestling. She felt his hot breath in her mouth, then on her face, and her neck, as he nibbled and licked at her. 

They went to the den next, where she had laid out rugs and blankets in front of the fireplace. She took pillows and cushions from the chairs and sofas, piled them on the floor, and sat him down, arranging him like a sculpture, so that he was comfortable, but posed and looking hot. She opened his robe to show his legs and chest, and his dick just peeked out. She stepped out of the room, returning in a minute carrying a tray. She set it down on a nearby coffee table. On it she had the necessities for the night: Champagne, two glasses, a bottle of lube, a couple of cold cans of Red Bull on ice, and a foil and plastic packet. She showed him the supplies, and his eyes widened. There was no mistaking the blue pills in the plastic bubbles. Viagra!

"This," she pointed to the lube, "is to keep me going. This," at the Red Bull, "is to keep YOU going. And this," she picked up the package of pills, waving it playfully, "is to keep you going strong." She popped one out, gave it to him, and opened a Red Bull for him to wash it down.

She got on her knees in front of him, opened his robe, exposing his crotch and stomach. She bent to him, rubbing her hands on his chest, and down his stomach, down to his thighs, then back up to his balls and cock. He was semi-hard, but she knew where this was going. She looked up, into his eyes, and lowered her head to his dick. She lifted his dick up towards his belly, exposing his balls and the sweet sensitive underside of his shaft. She broke eye contact, and her tongue slipped out, starting at the bottom of his smooth ball sack, and slowly, ever so slowly, varying pressure and drifting back and forth as she went, traced a trail up his balls to his shaft, and up to the head of his dick, where she lingered just at the spot below his crown. She looked at him again, and he looked into her eyes with the eager anticipation she loved. And she held his gaze as she opened her mouth and enveloped the head of his dick.

M-mm, she thought, I do love the way his dick feels in my mouth, all smooth and silky, and hot. She felt it getting harder, played her tongue around the head, then pulling it out to lick vigorously up the shaft, like a big Popsicle. She put it back in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, sucking it in; feeling the smoothness on her lips and in her mouth. She lavished attention on it, enjoying the effect her mouth had on him, feeling him squirm, listening to him grunt and moan his pleasure. He was full hard now, the base of his shaft like steel in her hand, the head and shaft slick and solid as she moved her head up and down on his sweet cock. She rubbed her thighs together, getting friction at her clit. She heard him groaning, intently now, and he was jerking up with urgency. She knew he was close. This had been her plan: get his first cum out of the way, and then get him hard again and keep him hard, so they could do it all night.

She asked him to stand. "Are you going to cum for me, baby?"

She knelt in front of him in her dress, and he looked down at her, his fingers wrapped in her hair, pulling her head onto his cock like he was fucking her face. She continued humping her face onto him, taking him as far as she could into her mouth, no swirling tongue now, no tickling or teasing; just fucking his dick with her hot mouth, playing with his balls until she felt them tighten, and she felt his legs tense, and he yelled, "Oh, I'm cumming, fuck, I'm gonna cum in your mouth, yeah, I'm cumming, shit I'm cumming! Oh, OH!" And then she felt the first blast spurt into her mouth; felt the heat, the wetness, the salty sharp flavor, and stream after stream fired into her mouth, hot and slimy. She sucked, feeling her mouth fill, her tongue coated. She didn't swallow, but looked up into his face as she let it ooze out the sides of her mouth, more shooting in and drooling out, and more, overflowing down her chin, onto her dress and her tits, to her lap. Still he was cumming, till finally the spasms subsided, and she pulled her mouth off, allowing all that was inside to drool out as she stroked his cock, letting the last drops trickle down his shaft. Cum was on her face, down her dress, glaring white wet spots as she stroked him. 

She released his shaft and touched the globs of cum on her dress and tits, using the fake girly voice, "Oh, dear, I have gone and ruined my nice dress with all this nasty cum!" She looked up at him, and changed to the sultry seductress voice. "Why, whatever shall I do?" She laughed and stood up, and he laughed with her. He shrugged off his robe, and helped her with the zipper on her dress, and watched her, (admiring her, she thought) as she slipped it off her shoulders to a pool of fabric around her ankles. He stared at her body, drinking in the vision of her tits, framed in her red bra, her hips adorned in garters, her legs sleek in black fishnet, and her smooth, naked pussy. She loved that no matter how many times she was naked in front of him, how many years he had seen her, every time was still like the first time for him. He loved to see her. She leaned in to kiss him. Seeing the look of surprise on his face she caught herself, remembering that her mouth was still messy. "What's the matter, honey," she teased, "don't you want to kiss me?" She licked her lips, laughed, and was turning away when he grabbed her and kissed her, hard, his mouth open, sucking her tongue, licking her lips and face, his hot breath grunting into her as he pulled her to him. He stopped then, and released her. 

"Damn, Lena, that was so hot!" His eyes were shining, glistening, and his hands held her shoulders. "You are the best, the absolute best. Damn! I love you!" 

"O-oh, baby, I love you, too." She gave him another peck on the lips, placing her hand on his chest, feeling his heat. "And I love to suck your dick. And, it appears that I have learned to like having you cum in my mouth!" She bent, picked up the soiled dress, and joked, "I hope the dry cleaner has a sense of humor!" She tossed it to the corner, and went to the tray to refill their glasses. As she walked she moved her ass seductively, knowing he was staring. She bent for the bottle, exaggerating, and heard him make a yummy sound. She took her time pouring, then stood up, turning to him. "See something you like?" she asked, looking at his dick that was starting to get hard again.

"Every time I see you I see something I like, you know that." He smiled as he sat down on the pile of cushions and blankets.

"Of course I do." She handed him a glass, and lowered herself next to him. 

"Of course, the view I just got was not one I get every day. I liked it a lot."

"No, that was special, just for tonight." She reached for his dick, stroking it lightly, caressing it, feeling it twitch in reaction. "And if you're good, very good, maybe you'll see it again!" She took a long drink from her glass, licked her lips, and looked at him. She wrapped her hand around his dick,; it was almost fully hard. "So," she said in a hoarse whisper, "what should we do next?"

She straddled him, facing him, and reached between her legs to hold his shaft, feeling it turn completely stiff. She rubbed her entire body up and down his torso, feeling his heat, his skin, feeling her stockings sliding on his legs, feeling the hard lump of his hot meat on her belly, her tits, her swollen lips. She felt her pussy leaking, dripping with her wetness, felt the lips opening and expanding, inviting the stiff member in, drawing it in, urging it in. John reached up, undid the front clasp of her bra and her tits popped free, the nipples erect and pointed. He grabbed them, and she squealed a little as he pinched and pulled her hard nipples, sending surges of pleasure through her chest to her groin. More moisture flowed, and her pussy throbbed, aching to be filled. The urge was in her now, not a twinge anymore; she needed to cum. She needed to fuck, and to cum, and to cum with her pussy filled. She lifted up, and using her hand, aimed the head of his lovely dick at her soaking pussy.

She rubbed the tip between the lips, once, twice, then lowered her body onto his shaft as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. God, she loved having her nipples sucked, it made her pussy just gush. As the wetness increased, she slid down, feeling the head and shaft opening her, spreading her, filling her; and then she felt the tip push against the far end of her, stretching her, almost hurting, pushing up into her abdomen. 

She starting riding him, slowly, using the leverage of her hips to force the head of his cock to stroke her G-spot, and rubbing her clit against the base of his shaft. Slowly, up and down, rotating forward and back, she settled into a rhythm of motion, a slow and deliberate pulsating dance of sensation and stimulation. All the while she made the yummy sounds and sudden cries as her body reacted to the intense pleasure. She spoke to him, loving him with her words and her sex.

"O-ooh, yeah, baby, that's what I needed, that's what I love. I love you, I love when you are inside me, filling me up, I want to do this all night, m-mm, yeah."

She bent down to his face, kissing him, loving his tongue, fucking his tongue with her mouth as she fucked his cock with her pussy. Then she pulled her face away, and climbed off his dick. She watched his face, confused, then she turned around to face away from him and began lowering herself again. She grabbed his shaft, felt the slick coating of her pussy juice, and started impaling herself; then suddenly, consumed by desire, she moved off, and sucked his dick into her mouth, tasting her pussy on his dick, feeling the slick lubrication in her mouth, relishing the taste of herself; the nasty uncontrolled lust of sucking her pussy juices off his dick. The action made her pussy quiver, suddenly needing the dick back inside her. She popped her mouth off, threw her leg back over, and pointed his wet shaft back at her hole. She held the base with one hand, bent over, and spread her lips with the other, so she was sure he could see it split her lips and push her hole open as she sat on him. She looked over her shoulder and watched him watching her. His mouth opened and he moaned as her swollen pussy lips swallowed his shaft, and she was filled, sliding all the way down to the base. She felt his hands on her ass, rubbing her cheeks, spreading the slick fluid from her hole onto her ass cheeks as she resumed the slow, steady motion up and down, back and forth. She started talking again, between the cries and groans, but louder now so he could hear while she faced away from him.

"Oh, yeah, you see that, you like that, see my pussy on you, getting filled the way I like?" It felt different backwards, the pressure concentrated on the back wall of her vagina, and she couldn't get pressure on her clit. "You see your dick in my pussy? You like to see that dick in me? You like to watch my pussy being filled up by your dick?" She forced herself down, trying to get her clit to rub his balls, trying to get contact, something to make her cum, but nothing worked as she bounced her ass up and down on him. Unless ... oh, what the hell, she thought, and she supported herself on one hand, leaned forward, and used the other to rub her clit. "O-oo, yeah, baby, I'm rubbing my clit while you fuck me, it's so hard, so big and swollen, m-mm, it feel so good when I do this," and it really did, she had to admit. She leaned more forward, forcing the pressure on his cock, and realized her ass was completely exposed and spread. She looked back, saw him staring, and felt a rush of desire and lust. She knew he was watching her ass. She put her forehead down on the floor, one hand still rubbing her little hard button, and reached behind her with the other hand, spread her cheeks. She heard him inhale sharply, and moan loudly, saying how hot she was. She moved one finger from the cheek to her crack, then onto the tiny puckered hole. She felt him jerk with excitement, felt his hand at her ass. Not wanting to go too far, she stopped. She wanted to hold his next load off a little, and she wanted to get her orgasm! She pulled off his dick, feeling it pop out of her. 

She crawled to the leather sofa, and knelt in front of it, supporting her upper body on the seat, her legs facing him. She looked backwards over her shoulder again, and moved her knees so her legs were spread wide. He stood, came to her and knelt behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and buried himself fully inside her again in one stroke, slipping easily into her, groaning loudly. She pushed back as he pushed into her, hearing his grunts, and grunting back. He rubbed her back, he reached around and fondled her tits; he slowed, then sped up, pounding harder. Her orgasm threatened to be strong, but was no closer. She needed her clit rubbed hard, and fast.

She pulled off his dick again, spun around and sucked him into her mouth. Again the flavor, the slick feeling, the nastiness, the total abandon combined to make her pussy wet. She pulled off, rubbed his wet, sticky rod on her face and lips, knowing he was watching and getting more turned on. 

She stopped, turned back away, and this time she climbed up on the arm of the sofa, straddling the cushioned arm, face down, her ass still pointed back at him. One leg hung off the side to the floor, the other up on the seat of the sofa, her pussy spread, open and ready. She watched him sprinkle some lube on his dick and approach her, lining up between her thighs. She squeezed her own nipples, waiting for the entry, then felt his head at her love hole. 

And he entered, pushing in to the base of his shaft in one stroke, entering smoothly, filling her, and pushing her clit against the leather. He began a slow motion, in and out, and her orgasm began to build, oh, yeah, she thought, this is it, this is the one. He pushed a little harder, and she pushed back, rubbing the leather, feeling the sensation through her pussy, the stroke, the rub, the fill, the stretch, the push. His pace quickened, and her clit tightened, and pulsed, and her orgasm built, and built more. She heard him grunting with the effort now; he was pounding harder, and now she was grunting, and then crying out, "Oh! Oh yeah, Oh, that's it, yeah! YEAH! That's it, Oh, yeah! Fuck! Fuck, yeah! YEAH!" and then her cries became shouts as her orgasm peaked, and then she was screaming, screaming; and she came for what she knew would be the first of many times tonight. Her pussy clenched and gushed and he still fucked her, fucked her through it, keeping the pressure on her clit, keeping the intensity of her orgasm, straining to release, and she screamed and gushed and pushed back on his cock, trying to get the contact off her sensitive clit, and then finally he pulled back, but not out, releasing her orgasm, and it crested, and she gushed cum on his cock, her pussy drenching her lips, his balls, the leather sofa, and she squealed and squeaked and moaned as her climax passed through her, shaking her entire body. 




Lena's New Life Ch. 09



She lay there, felt his dick pull out, leaving her empty. Though satisfied, she felt suddenly incomplete, and had an overwhelming yearning for more. She had planned on a night of sex. She didn't know then that she would feel this, this need, this hunger for stimulation, for her next orgasm. Suddenly there was movement to her side, and she turned, to see John's dick at her face. 

She was taken by surprise by the sight and smell; the odor of her cum, the glossy sheen of her juices on the smooth shaft, the glistening head and the drop of come oozing from the fat head; it was right at her, just an inch away, and she succumbed to her wanton desires and opened her mouth, sucking the head of his dick, swirling her tongue on it, then licking the shaft, tasting her cum, feeling the smooth stiff pole as it rubbed against her lips, her tongue. She couldn't believe she was doing this, and she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop...

He pulled his dick out of her mouth, leaned to her, kissing her swollen lips, still warm and wet from his dick. 

He pushed her gently off the arm onto the sofa, then came around to guide her into an unusual position. She followed his direction, allowing him to move her body where he wanted it; he swung her upper body off the couch, slowly lowering her head and shoulders to the floor, face up. Her ass was still up on the couch, and he took her legs, spreading them, and pulling them down towards her face. Her hips were curled above her face, her pussy was pointing straight up into the air. John now straddled her, facing the sofa, and lubed his shaft again before pushing his dick down into her.

Holy shit!

He was fucking down into her, she could see her swollen pussy lips wrapped around his shaft, she could see her gaping hole opened for him every time he pulled completely out. She could watch his entire pole slide into her, then pull out, slick with her cum and juices. Every time he plunged down into her his balls, heavy with cum and tight to his body, would tap against her swollen sensitive clit. He held her legs apart, and she felt his ass cheeks clench and relax as he raised and lowered himself into her. She felt another orgasm coming, building, more powerful than the last, urged on to release by her desire and her longing. She knew he would cum soon too, and she wanted him to fill her this time, to shoot into her, fill her wet pussy with his hot cum ... Her orgasm was almost on her, and she was overcome by her lust, her desire; she lifted one hand to her pussy, getting it wet with her juices, then raised it back up, into his ass crack, finding the small sensitive hole, and she slid a wet finger into his ass. It was enough to push him over the edge, and he shouted as he came, shooting blast after hot blast into her, and his climax brought her own on, a freight train hitting her as his butt clenched her finger, she felt his spasms. His cum filled her; her orgasm froze her. Her mouth hung open, locked open, a long extended moan emerged from her as her climax ripped her, shattering her. She felt his spasms subside, his sphincter released her finger, and she saw his cum overflowing her pussy, leaking out, over the lips, dripping down her clit. The spasms in her vaginal muscles subsided as he pulled his dripping dick out of her. She watched a string of their mixed fluid connect his dick and her pussy; it stretched, and dripped down onto her stomach. He released her legs; the change in pressure closed her vaginal canal and the load of cum blurted out of her, the white fluid spurting down over her clit and landing on her stomach and tits. He stepped off her, knelt down, and helped her lower her legs to the side. 

They lay next to each other on the sheets and blankets covering the floor, catching their breath. She was watching his face, the satisfied, happy look; but every time he looked up at her, the happy look changed to the love look. She felt the same dopey-lovesick-high-school-teenager look on her own face, felt the emotion inside her, a longing for him. She was comforted by their love, knew that no matter what ever happened she could always count on that; it was a foundation, a cornerstone. So much about their lives had changed recently, but that was always there, unaltered, confident. 

She moved her face towards his, and he came down to her, and they kissed, softly, like lovers, worshipping each other, tenderly. They kissed with the easy confidence of practiced lovers, but with the intrigue and adventurous exploration of newlyweds. The kiss gradually gained intensity, becoming more insistent, determined and driven. Just like sex, she thought; starting slower, then harder, building to ... what the hell? She thought. Is everything like sex? Is that all I can think about? He was kissing her neck now, slowly, just touching her with his lips, then tracing her tendons and collarbone with the tip of his tongue. She watched him through lidded eyes, saw his tongue snake out, touching her flushed skin, down to her breast, her nipple. 

Yeah, maybe sex is all I can think about. And what's so wrong with that? 

He was circling her erect nipple, lathering it with his wet velvet muscle. He moved, tracing a path to her other breast, and she noted that his tongue went directly through the blob of cum that had dripped out of her. 

She reached down to her stomach, ran her finger in the mess on her, and rubbed it onto her nipple. He stopped while he watched her, then looked into her eyes. He knew what she was doing. And then he licked his cum off her nipple, and sucked it into his mouth, cleaning it off, and sending an impulse straight to her groin. As he finished sucking the cum off her nipple she repeated the process, coating her fingers again, rubbing it on the other nipple. There was more this time, a large blob coated her nipple, and John moved from the first one, and licked the cum off her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Oh, sweet fuck, she thought, that was fucking hot! She reached for more from her belly, but most had dripped off her sides. She had to see him do that again, she wanted to watch him lick and suck his cum off her hard nipples, she felt the desire from his mouth to her pussy, felt the urge. Finding no more semen on her stomach, she reached lower, and rubbed two fingers across her sloppy pussy, coming up with a huge gob of cum. The back of her hand pushed John away, and her finger dripped, and then rubbed the cum on her nipple, coating it, and then John stared into her eyes as she watched him lick and suck it off. 

Her fingers were back at her pussy, coating them, but as she brought her hand back up John took it, and passed her tits, bringing her cum-coated fingers directly to her own mouth. He kept sucking her nipple, harder, and bit it a little as she licked and sucked her two fingers like a little dick, cleaning all the cum off them. The bite on her nipple sent the bolt through her to her pussy, and her next orgasm began to take shape deep inside her. She checked to see if he was getting hard, but his spent dick was hanging limply between his legs. She knew the little blue pill would help, but she might have to get him started.

Her fingers went back between her legs, playing with her lips, relishing the slick feeling of the cum oozing from her. She slipped the two fingers easily inside her hole, pulling them out, covered with their combined juices. She rubbed up her lips to her sensitive clit, playing lightly, but feeling it grow, demanding attention. She looked at him; he was watching her fingers working at her pussy, and she returned her attention to pleasuring herself, intending to excite him at the same time. 

She slipped the fingers back inside, and let out a little moan, then slowly began pumping them in and out, sliding easily in the cum that flooded out of her. Her other hand joined the first, and her hips began to move in rhythm as she began fucking herself with her fingers, pumping harder now, as her other hand stimulated her clit. She felt the orgasm building; she was breathing faster now, she was so excited, she felt wild with passion knowing that she was masturbating her fucked pussy to get him hard, she was so dirty, so sexy. She jammed a third finger in, stretching her pussy, not pumping, just jamming it full, and rubbing furiously, and her orgasm slammed into her. Her hips lifted off the floor, and she arched from her shoulders to her feet, lifting herself, and she felt her pussy pulsing on the hand still inside her, flooding her with hot cum; she felt the mixture running out, between her legs, down her ass crack, until the orgasm subsided and she relaxed her body, starting to breathe again. She felt him take her hand, pull it out of her, and watched as he raised it to his face, and licked her hand clean. The sight stopped her receding orgasm in its tracks, and she felt herself squirming as he licked their combined juice off her slender fingers, working his tongue between them like they were her pussy lips, playing at the tips of her fingers like they were her little clit, and her pussy began flowing hotly again. 

Suddenly he stopped, and dropped her hand, and then he was lowering his head to her face, and as they kissed she tasted the salty pungent mix of their cum on his lips and tongue; her eyes closed as the passion enveloped her; so nasty, she thought, and it turned her on even more. Her tongue reached for his, yearning to taste them, to share their passion; then suddenly his mouth was gone, and she was left, mouth open, frozen. Then she felt the something at her pussy, his hand? She opened her eyes as his tongue flicked her clit, and she inhaled sharply when she looked down to see his head buried between her legs. She was stunned! Oh, damn but it felt good! She reached for nearby pillow to put behind her head so she could watch him, and she spread her legs wide. She saw his eyes flick up to hers, and then his head dropped lower and she felt his tongue between her lips, flat and broad, he was lapping at her pussy like it was a melting ice cream cone, licking the drippings. The sight and sensation overwhelmed her, and she called out to him.

"Oh, John, yeah! I can't believe you are licking me after you fucked me. Shit, that feels so good, lick my pussy, you hot fuck, lick that cum out of me, oh, shit, I can't believe it! Fuck, you sexy fuck, eat my cum! Eat my fucked pussy." Her words drove him, she heard him moan into her, felt the vibrations in her, and he dove in, licking and sucking the juices out of her, sucking her labia, drilling his tongue into her, pushing his whole face into her, licking and sucking her clit. She got her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs to her chest, and he pushed harder, licking juices from her butt all the way up her pussy to her clit, while she continued encouraging him. "Yeah, get it all, baby, lick me all over, make me cum with that tongue, fuck, that's so hot, lick me! Make me cum again!" She felt her orgasm building; he was concentrating on her clit now, focusing all his attention on it, pushing his tongue hard against it. Then she felt him slide fingers into her, and her orgasm broke open and washed through her, and her cries turned to yells as she flooded his face and hand with her cum. She felt his fingers pull out, his tongue leave her clit, and replace his fingers inside her, working into her, licking and lapping at her as her pelvic region tensed, and shook with spasms. 

She released her knees, and her legs flopped down, knocking him away from her crotch as her orgasm finished and receded. She began to catch her breath as the tremors in her limbs and pussy rippled through her. Her mouth was dry, and she rolled over to reach for the champagne, only to be met by John; he was kissing her, his face was wet and slick and it smelled of sex. As the scent filled her nostrils, his tongue attacked hers, and the flavor of their sex was intoxicating. She felt herself breathing heavily, her hands running over his chest and shoulders, down to his crotch where she found him growing hard again. She moaned playfully into his mouth as they kissed. 

She broke the kiss, got them champagne, and they drank, both breathing heavily and staring lustily into each other's heated eyes. John opened another Red Bull, which they shared. She saw his dick was hard again, and she lay back on the floor. One hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, the other played at her hot, wet, slit. "C'mon over here and fuck me again," she teased. 

And he did, crawling between her legs, slowly slipping his pole deep inside her swollen and sloppy pussy. Since he had already come twice, he lasted a long, long time, and Lena had three more orgasms before John shot his third load of the day, and the second one inside her. He rolled off her, laying on the floor on his back as his breathing returned to normal. She listened to him as she, too, came back from the edge. But even after all the orgasms she'd had, she still wanted more. Her body was exhausted, but her libido and desire were fully stoked. She was an animal, driven by lust and desire, and her hunger, now fired, was not yet satisfied. She wanted more.

She knew that he would need something to stimulate him, she knew that kissing and cuddling wouldn't be enough after his third. She was playing with her nipples, maintaining the level of sexual intensity in her body, and one hand went to her used and swollen pussy. Her fingers soothed the sore labia, even as they stimulated her opening. Perhaps watching her masturbate again would be enough, she thought, if she went a little further; and she set out to give him a show to restart his pump.

She got on her knees facing away from him, pussy pointing in his direction; after a few minutes she had four fingers pumped into her hole as her other hand rubbed her ass. This should do the trick, she thought, and gently inserted a cum-slicked finger in her own ass. He can't resist this, she knew. Any minute he'll be all over me...

She turned to look at him, and realized that he was sleeping, and looked like he had been for some time. She grinned. He's probably been asleep the whole time, and seen none of her show. He probably passed out right after he rolled off her! And here she was almost cumming again, with finger in both holes and her ass in the air ... aw, hell, there no sense in stopping now. She put her head back down, lowered her ass a little to be more comfortable, and brought herself to another earth-shattering orgasm. 

She staggered to the bathroom after, to pee and clean up a little. Wiping herself she felt the stimulation. No, it can't be. But it was, and she hoped that maybe one more would do it; one more would allow her to be satisfied. She went to the playroom, got out a slim dildo and a fat vibrator. 

She returned to the den, fucked herself with the toys, pleasuring her body again to orgasm.

She got up on the couch, fucking her pussy and ass at the same time, to another mind-blowing climax. She passed out.

Later she woke, the dildo still in her ass. She removed it, and used her fingers on her clit until she came again. She fell back to sleep.

She awoke late in the morning. Her head was on John's lap. He was showered and dressed, and stroking her hair. He leaned down, kissed her forehead tenderly. 

"Good morning, sweetheart. Are you OK?" he asked. 

She stretched, feeling a little ache from the couch. Then, feeling sore. Her nipples. Her pussy, her ass. "Oh, my God," she said, "I can't believe that."

"What?"

"I can't believe all the sex we had. O-ooh, damn, I'm kinda sore." She grimaced, but half smiled.

"Does it hurt?"

"Well, not hurt exactly. It's not pain. Just, like, sore. Used. A little beat up."

"It was a hell of a workout! That's for sure!" He was smiling at her. They spent the next half hour recalling their favorite parts, each amazed at how sexy the other was, and how raunchy they both were. She finally got up to shower, and he went to start breakfast.

Later, as they ate, he said, "The next time you plan a quiet romantic evening, let me know a week ahead. I'll start eating oysters and Vitamin B!"

She grinned, and then remembered that she had kept going after he passed out. She wondered if he knew... 



Lena's New Life Ch. 10



AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One for the setup. Thanks to all who are sticking with the series, and for voting and leaving civil comments. 

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They were on vacation in the tropics, at an exclusive resort. The service, the food, the entertainment and the nightlife were fantastic. There was barely a free minute, but when you wanted one, you could find a stretch of sand far enough from activity but not too far from the bar. The weather was great, the ocean was cool, and they were hot for each other. 

On the fourth day they rented a 'personal watercraft', basically a powerful jet ski for two, and after a quick safety lesson, they were off. The resort (it was very exclusive) owned several smaller, uninhabited islands nearby, and you could reserve a day alone on one of them. They were headed to one of the larger ones, usually taken by parties, because the smaller islands were already taken. 

Using the GPS, they followed the path to the island. John drove, negotiating the waves, playing the speeds for an exciting ride. She held on to him, arms around his waist, faced pressed against his back when the ride got rocky. The sun was bright and sharp, heating their exposed skin. Even through her sunglasses the sun glittered on the ocean surface, creating a mesmerizing effect. She felt the engine vibrating beneath her, and the spray in her hair and face. The water was so blue, so clear, and it changed beneath them as they traveled. 

The resort had packed food, water and champagne in the storage compartment, and they were off for several hours of divine isolation. There plan was to pull up, relax, swim a little, eat some lunch, maybe a sip of champagne. And some sex, of course. They were to be back before dinner, and it was several miles back to the resort island.

When they arrived it was like coming to paradise. They were approaching at mid-morning, and the sun was at their back, lighting the island. A strip of white sand beach greeted them, gentle waves lapping at the shore, the rougher surf protected by a reef to the south. They pulled in close to the shore, looking for the first of the recommended mooring areas. The resort had built several mooring areas where the guests could tie up the vehicle. They found one, and pulled in to beach the craft.

They walked ashore and took in the scene. This was the larger island, not just a reef island, so it had more beach, and more foliage. Because it was usually used for groups, there was a water tank, and bathroom facilities, although only one. The strip of beach was about 20-30 feet deep, where it was met by low foliage, palm trees, and deeper in, denser and rocky terrain. The resort had said that there were several paths and trails through the island

They walked a ways down the beach, and as they made the turn around the bend in the island, and saw that the next set of beach was even nicer, the waves were a little more active, and the sun would be here longer. They went back to the Jet ski to move around to the other side, and found it wouldn't start. After several tries, John called the resort on the 2-way radio. He described the problem, and they said not to worry, they would come by with the launch to get them. "But," the man told them, "we will be a little later than the end of your day. The launch crews are all busy." He described a party boat incident at a nearby resort, no injuries, but lots of intoxicated guests in the water. "We'll be there, but not till probably early evening." John told him OK, and they signed off. 

"Well," John said, opening the storage compartment, "looks like we're walking to the other side." He took out the thermal bags with the food, water and champagne, "You take the towels and blanket, and the little bag." The little bag had the sunscreen and other stuff, including sanitizer, wipes, and a bottle of lubricant. They were always prepared. John took the portable radio, in case there was an emergency.

"We're stuck here?"

"All alone. Just the two of us."

"But, we can't get off the island?" 

"No. But relax. We planned not to leave. All day, remember?"

"And they can't come get us?"

"Not now, not until this evening. We'll be here a little longer than we planned. C'mon, take these towels." He tossed them to her. 

"OK." She caught the thrown towels, then put them down on the jet ski. "I'll get them in a second." She was still wearing the vest from the ride over, and she took it off now. He reached into the compartment for the blanket, and stood to hand it to her, to find her removing her bathing suit top, exposing her magnificent breasts to the sun, and grinning like a madwoman. As he watched, she put the top on the jet ski, and, staring into his eyes, slowly stripped the bottom of her suit down off her hips. She stepped one foot out, lifted them with the other, and placed them with the top.

She stood naked, and picked up the towels and blanket.

He was speechless, literally standing with his mouth open, not moving. He looked at her, her wicked smile, her tits, the small triangle of hair left above her smooth shaved pussy. She was standing with one hand on her hip, holding the towels in the other hand. "Yes, can I help you?" she goofed. She had gotten some tan in the last few days, and her crotch and breasts were noticeably whiter. Her hip was stuck out at a jaunty angle, and she seemed to be waiting for something. She got stuttering questions.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Clearly, dear, I am stripping off my swim suit," she wisecracked, "and walking around naked in the sun, on the beach. Can't you tell?" She wiggled her hips a little, and her boobs swayed freely. "What? Is it a problem?" She took her free hand off her hip, and caressed under her breast. "I hope you don't mind." She touched her nipple, then pinched it, watching his eyes follow her hand. 

"No. Uh, no, I don't mind." He shook his head a little as if to clear it. "No, don't be silly." He looked up the beach, and then the other way. "Nope. I don't mind at all." He put down the bags, grabbed the sides of his suit, and pushed it down over his hips. He had about half an erection, and it popped up as the fabric passed it. He bent, picked up the suit, and tossed it on the jet ski. "I think it's a great idea." He stood, arms wide, and allowed her eyes to get a good look. 

And look she did. He was about half hard, and his dick bobbled and wiggled every time he moved. She twirled her finger a little, and he dutifully did a slow turn, showing her his butt.

"Nice," she said, leering. "I'd like to get my hands on that." 

"I'm sure you will, a little later." He went to pick up the bags, then stood, adding, "You know, maybe we shouldn't leave our suits here." 

"No. We leave them. We are going to be naked until we leave, nature boy."

"Oh, yeah, I agree. I just think that we might want to keep out suits with us, in case -- "

"Nope. They stay. If you're gonna bring it, you may as well wear it, chicken."

"OK, they stay. But not here, at the mooring. We'll leave them up in the brush, near a trail. That way if someone shows up before we expect, we don't have to walk up naked to meet them."

"I don't care if someone sees me," she taunted. "I've got nothing to be ashamed of. If they want to see my tits and ass, well, they can just stare at me." She was a little surprised at herself, talking that way, but the feeling of being naked outdoors was kind of liberating. She thought she might take it further. "Maybe they want to see some hot pussy, too."

"I'll bet they do!" he agreed heartily. "I know that I do!"

"Yeah, you like to see the pussy." She dropped her hand to her crotch, pretending to cover it, adding, "you nasty man!" She dropped the towels, grabbed the suits, saying, "You're right, though. I'll go put these someplace safe." She turned, and he watched her ass all the way to the brush, until she disappeared. 

He waited a few minutes, and then she reappeared. She called out as she walked back, "I left them about fifteen feet in. So no one can see us scrambling to get dressed if they surprise us." Her tits were bouncing as she walked, and she saw him watching them. She swayed seductively, teasing, "You checking out the goods, big boy?" She got back to him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. She groaned warmly into his mouth as their tongues caressed each other. They broke, giggling like children, and picked up their stuff for the walk down the beach.

They chatted easily as they made the walk, as though there were nothing unusual, as if they were home, or shopping. As though they weren't walking naked on the beach, in the daylight sun, on a deserted island. They wore sandals to keep from burning their feet on the sand. The sun was hot, and strong; they could feel the burning beginning already. The soft ocean breeze whispered over the sand and caressed them in warm scented air. 

They rounded the curve of the beach to the most beautiful stretch of abandoned tropical beach they had ever seen. It was like a travel poster, the kind you see from the car as you're waiting at a red light, when it's cold, and gray and snowing and it makes you wish you were someplace else. This was the place you wished for. The beach faced south, ocean on their left, and the palm trees hung over the back of the beach, creating a shaded canopy. Light waves were breaking on the sand, enough to maintain an ocean sound, but they were not rough. 

She looked up the beach, increased her pace to a spot not too far from the water, and dropped the blanket. 

"You did it," he said, catching up, "you found our spot." 

"Yep," she said, putting down the towels. "I have the knack." She bent to unfold the blanket, and caught herself wondering if he was looking at her ass. In case he was, she bent completely over at the waist, giving him a full opportunity to see everything she had. 

He had just put the bags down when she bent over, and as he turned his head to her, saw her bend, slowly, her shaved ass and pussy suddenly exposed, the cheeks spread open invitingly, and her pussy lips pushed out, opening, showing the enticing pink like the inside of a perfect shell. He froze on the spot, and the only thing that moved was his heart, his blood, and his dick, which was climbing up quickly. 

She stood up, shaking the blanket out flat, and turned to see him, and his rod. Coyly, she chirped, "Oh, did I do that?" Her words broke the spell, and he shook out of his erection coma, and helped her arrange the blankets and gear. His boner dropped back to normal.

Equipment settled (theirs AND his), Lena grabbed the bag with the lotions and pulled out the sunscreen. "Get over here, let me get some block on you before you burn up." He stepped towards her, facing her, and she said, "Turn around, it's your ass that needs it." He turned, and she squirted a glob of sunscreen across both cheeks, then dropped it on the blanket to rub it in with both hands. His cheeks were solid and firm; she had always loved to see them and touch them, and now, like hers, they were hairless. They had both kept shaving after the waxing at the Spa, and her hands glided smoothly.

She made sure she covered the tops of his thighs, too, feeling the muscles in his strong legs, pretending not to notice when her hands rubbed against his balls and his dick. She used both hands on each leg, wrapping them around from right under his butt, and slowly pulled down, stoking his thigh like a huge cock. When he moaned his approval, she played innocent. "Is that all you ever think of? Get over here and do mine." She bent, picked up the tube and handed it to him, and turned to face away.

He squirted a line across her ass, and she said, "You know, if that stuff was a little hotter, it would feel just like it looks!" 

"What makes you think that was sunscreen I put on you, you horny slut? Walking around naked, showing me your ass..."

"It must be sunscreen," she said, her hands on her hips, then turning at the waist, she looked over her shoulder at him, "if it was a load of cum, you would have shot it on my tits." She waited till he looked at her. "Or in my mouth."

He started rubbing her ass cheeks, making sure that he got under the rounded curve of her cheeks, and in between them, taking the opportunity to run a finger over the tight wrinkled opening of her ass. His hands felt the muscles react to the touch, clenching. He could remember a time when that would have freaked her out; things were a little different now. She wiggled her ass at the touch and made a yummy sound. "M-mm, you know, there is something I need to do," she said as he finished, "before anyone gets sunscreen on anything else."

She dropped down, crawled across the blanket, making it a point to show her ass. She reached for the beach bag, dug out the wet wipes, took out two and handed one to John. She wiped her hands clean of sunscreen, and so did he. She dropped her used wipe into the bag, and when he went to do the same, she stopped him at the edge of the blanket. "Nuh-uhn, you stay right there," and she crawled back, and as she reached him, raised her head, and sucked his soft dick fully into her mouth. 

Because he was still soft she was able to push her face right up to his groin, and felt her chin touching his balls. She pressed her face tight, sure he could feel her face against him as her mouth swallowed his dick. She was swirling it in her mouth, sucking on it and tongue-wrestling with it. She inhaled his scent, the clean musky smell of him, now open to the air. And she let her lust take the lead, and followed eagerly.

For weeks she had watched the videos and read the books. One of the books correctly pointed out that the best sex you'll ever have is when you get YOUR pleasure by giving your partner pleasure. In her past experience this was true, and the book said that you could make yourself horny by ACTING horny. You would follow your own actions. Good book! And to help her out, one of the videos was all about great oral techniques for both men and women. She'd watched every blowjob tip they had, practiced them, and was ready today to make it happen. She was going to give him the best oral of his life.

She wasn't all that crazy about the saggy, loose feeling of the organ in her mouth, but she loved feeling him get hard in her mouth. And then she felt it begin; to firm, to swell, and she felt the wetness begin between her legs. Her pussy was calling.

He groaned in excitement, urging, "Oh, yeah, Yeah! Yeah, that's great!" It was growing now, but she still held it all in her mouth, moaning onto his growing rod as he encouraged her performance. "Oh, yeah, suck me, right out here on the beach, eat my cock!" Still she kept it full in her mouth, as it lengthened, and began crowding her tongue, and stiffened, and stretched the wrinkles into smooth silky flesh. And then, finally, to push to the back of her throat, and she was forced to back off him a little, and as she slowly sucked back, his glistening hard shaft slipped from her mouth. She paused at the tip, sucking, playing her tongue around it, until the head popped free. He was steel. 

"Wow, that was great," he sputtered. She cupped his balls with one hand, and stroked his shaft with the other. Looking up, to look straight into his eyes, she asked, "WAS great? I'm only getting started. She rubbed the head of his dick on her cheek, her tongue darting out to flick the head, "I am going to blow you until you explode." She dropped her mouth to the base, licked from his balls up to the crown, then quickly opened her mouth and lowered it onto his dick. She heard him groan again, and she was delighted with his reaction. She started bobbing her head up and down, fucking his dick with her mouth. She felt the smooth, silky shaft sliding over her lips and tongue, felt the head almost into her throat. The hand that was cupping his ball sack now played with them, and the middle finger crept up behind them, wiggling into his crack, finding his ass. 

She popped her mouth off with a sucking sound, rubbing it on her face again, saying, "Oh, I love your cock, it feels so good in my mouth." On, then off. "Oh yeah, I love sucking you."

Her pussy was full wet now, and she took the hand from the shaft to rub it between her sensitive labia. A rush of her juices spilled out, coating her hand. She brought the soaking hand back up, telling him, "I'm rubbing my pussy juice on your dick." Lick the head. "Do you like that? Does it feel good?" Lick. "I'm going to lick it all off you, and pretend you just fucked me with it, and it's all nasty from my hole!"

And her head lowered again, his throbbing shaft almost disappearing into her mouth, and she bobbed up and down, slobbering, tasting her own excitement. She couldn't believe the abandon she felt; naked, on the beach in the open, sucking his cock on her knees. Now she started using her hands with her mouth. One squeezed the base, the other in a grip at her mouth, guiding her as she pumped her mouth onto him. Her mouth and hand became one long wet tube, working his hard shaft, squeezing, sucking, and sliding. She pumped her head and hand in unison, steadily, getting into a building rhythm. He began grunting in response, and she felt him thrust a little. She used her hand to keep him from pushing too far in. Feeling him getting tense, she pulled off, looking up again as she continued to stroke him, letting his dick rub against her face.

"Tell me when you are going to cum," she panted, stroking him. She licked from the bottom of the shaft, to the tip, all the while staring into his eyes.

"M-mm, so I don't cum in your mouth?"

"Oh, no, baby. So I know when you will." And she pushed her mouth and tongue back down over his shaft, feeling the heat inside her mouth, her hand pumping him. He groaned, loudly.

She took the hand from the base of his shaft to cup his balls again, she could feel them tightening up, getting ready to unload. Her other hand still stroking his shaft as she pumped her head, she began moving it in a swirling motion as she stroked up and down, now moaning deeply onto his shaft.

"I'm gonna cum soon," he managed to squeak out, but she already knew he was close from the feel of his balls and cock. She pulled off, not looking up, and blurted, "Tell me right before," and got her mouth back on. A few more strokes and sucks and she heard him, just as she felt the muscles tensing.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum!"

She pulled her mouth off, and the stroking hand stopped just below the head, squeezing firmly up in a milking motion, holding the head just at her lips as she looked up at him. She felt the pulse in his shaft as the first hot jet spurted out onto her lips and cheek; she felt the impact, and the heat, and then the second shot to her nose, across her cheek, and the next blurted up on her lips. He was looking straight at her as his semen coated her face, and then she opened her mouth and held her tongue out, allowing the rest of his hot load to land on her tongue as she began stroking him again. Without the first shots it wasn't too much, and she closed her mouth, and swallowed. She tasted it, and felt the slimy texture of it sliding down her throat, and then it was gone. She looked at his dick, and there were a few drips still oozing from the end, and she sucked it in, and swallowed them, too. 

And she looked up to see him staring at her. And she licked her lips, catching the cum that dripped down her face.




Lena's New Life Ch. 10



The sharp odor of his cum filled her nostrils, contrasting with the sweet scent of the ocean air; as she swirled her tongue around her lips slowly, feeling the slimy texture, and loving what this image was doing to him. She felt the drips sliding down her face, tasted it on her tongue. 

She had never been one for swallowing, and had never even enjoyed cum in her mouth. But because it wasn't the whole load, it was easier to handle, and not too unpleasant. She wondered if she would ever get used to it, or get to like it.

She could sure get to like what her actions had done to him. She'd never seen him cum like that, ever, and she knew that he was going to remember this blowjob to his deathbed. 

And the book had been right. Acting like the Nasty Slut, she had become the Nasty Slut, and it had turned him on, WAY on, and that had turned her on!

She was wet, and very hot, and her pussy and clit were calling for attention, but it wasn't the "must get fucked" type of call. She wanted to wait until later for her turn. She had wanted it this way, getting him off. She sat on the blanket, and patted a spot next to him, where she wanted him to sit next to her.

"Damn, I thought I was going to collapse, my legs were so weak," he said, sitting. "I came so hard, I think I'm shorter." He was grinning, like his face was stuck. "That was the best ever!" He leaned to kiss her, stalled when he realized her face was still dripping with cum, then figured what the hell and attacked her mouth with his, his tongue searching, then finding the pretty pink muscle that had just caught his load. He could taste it in her mouth, felt the puffiness in her lips, and it just made it better, and hotter, and sexier.

After making out and slobbering his cum from her face and lips, they went for a dip in the ocean. She washed the residue off, joking with him that she might miss it, and he'll need to replace it later. She made up her mind that she would keep the conversation sexually suggestive for the rest of the day. She knew that he always enjoyed the sex talk. And in recent weeks, she had learned so much more about doing dirty talk so much better. 

They went back to the blanket and coated each other with sunscreen, and laid out for a while. When they got too hot, they swam for a while; when they were hungry they ate a little, when thirsty, mostly water. A little champagne. They played and talked and laughed, having the type of carefree afternoon usually only reserved for children. 

Always she would draw the conversation back to sex. Swimming: "Want to see me imitate a sucker fish?" Sitting in the surf: "The waves keep coming. Like me, when we're fucking." Laying on the blanket: "The sun is almost as hot as my pussy." Walking on the beach: "I wonder if I could hold a dildo in me while walking?" Through the day she kept the talk up, and occasionally played with her nipples or pussy while he watched. On an impulse, while they walked, she squatted, spread her legs, held open her pussy lips, and peed while he watched. Halfway through he bent and touched the stream where it came out of her. Later she would wonder why she did it, but she didn't consider it at the time.

In the late afternoon they walked into the brush, and found the path to the other side of the island. They also found the water tank and bathroom facilities ("too late for me" she joked). They showered and returned to the beach.

They moved the blanket to a shady area, as they had just rinsed off the rest of the sunscreen. With the sun about halfway between noon and sunset (they didn't really know what time it was) they settled in for a long, hot outdoor summer fuck.

In her past it was her pattern that you didn't think about sex until you were horny, then you did it, got satisfied, and then you didn't think of it again until you were horny again. Since their lives had changed, this aspect of her life had seen a dramatic transformation. The weeks of relaxation and freedom from daily stress, combined with her Sex Slave education, and of course, the exposure to new ideas and passions (and the near-daily masturbation -- wow!) had altered her thinking, her attitude, her desire and her approach to sex. 

She thought about it almost constantly, enjoyed it more, and more often, and in more ways. It lasted longer, took different paths, and was pleasurable in so many ways, not just intercourse. This morning's blowjob was a great example -- she would never have done that before, even if she had known that it could be done. But she was learning that indulging her own sexual pleasure was good, and healthy, and oh, so much fun. There were still plenty of things that she would never do, that either turned her off, or disgusted her, but she had accepted lots of new ideas. Sometimes she actually felt pangs of regret that she hadn't experienced these things all her life, that she had waited too long; she felt cheated. But then she would usually just make her mind up to compensate for the lost time. 

This was one of those times.

As they lay on the blanket, she put her hand on his chest.

She could feel his heart thumping in his chest, and she felt her own pounding as well. She rubbed her hand through the neatly groomed hair on his chest, following the hard curves of his chest muscles, and up over his shoulders, and upper arms. She LOVED shoulders on men, and his were nice. She was propped up on one elbow, and he was lying on his back, his head turned to her, watching her enjoying herself. She touched his face, caressing his cheek with the back of her fingers, lightly, then moving back to his chest, caressing, then grabbing his pectoral muscle, squeezing it like a tit, massaging it in her grasp, then releasing it, and playing with his nipple. 

"We have a few hours left," she said in a deep whisper. Her voice was low and seductive; it even turned her on. "I want to spend all of it in raging sexual passion." She increased the pressure on his nipple, slowly, pinching, then twisting a little. "I want to tease, and fuck, and tease and fuck some more." A little harder; he liked for it to hurt.

"The rescue boat might show up," he managed to say.

"I don't care if they pull up on the beach and get out for a better look." She was really squeezing it now, and she saw his chest and stomach tense from the stimulation. Hot. "They can watch us until we're finished and ready," she released the nipple suddenly, and switched to the other one, skipping the tease and going straight to full hard pinch. "They can all go home afterwards and kill themselves out of jealousy that they'll never have what we have." His dick was stirring, getting larger by pulses. "Does that feel good on your nipple?"

"O-oh, you know it does," 

She stopped suddenly, then reached for her own breast. He loved to see this, she knew. She took her own nipple between her fingers, pulling it, squeezing it, not quite as hard as she did his, but enough to send the electrical charge through her chest to her pussy. "O-oh, yeah, you're right, this does feel good. M-mm," She switched back to his, then her own, making sure he watched her hand as she stimulated herself. 

He went to move, to turn and face her, but she pressed her hand on his chest, and held him down. Instead, she sat up, cross-legged next to him She resumed playing with her own nipples, enjoying him seeing her (back in the day, she would have closed her eyes; now she didn't want to miss a thing!), and with her other hand, now free, she returned to his chest and nipples. She squeezed, backed off, caressed, squeezed, squeezed again, harder, backed off, did her own. 

Her recent frequent masturbation sessions had taught her two important principles of stimulation. The first was that constant and building physical stimulation was good for getting there, but that was it. Physical stimulation should be applied and removed, repeatedly, allowing arousal to rise, plateau and then recede, creating a much longer and more gradual build, but in the end a more powerful build. Then at the end, you used constant and building stimulation to MAKE the release. This made her climaxes much more powerful and satisfying, and also stimulated her appetite for more.

The other principle was that sexual stimulation was more than half mental. If the brain wasn't going along, it didn't matter what you did to the organs. And if the brain was going right, the organs would almost ALWAYS follow.

She had even found that mental stimulation didn't need to have a physical side all the time. Like this afternoon, when she kept turning the conversation suggestive, she was maintaining an interest level, a psychological seduction that made the anticipation of sex almost as enjoyable as the act. The sex talk that he had always loved, now that she was better at it, turned her on as well. It was liberating to say these types of things without the guilty self-condemnation she had inflicted on herself in the past. She had stopped judging herself, and started enjoying herself.

She changed position, moving from cross-legged to a squat, her leg spread, her knees up against her chest. She reached for his stiff rod now, touching the drip of pre-cum that was oozing from the tip. Her other hand slipped between her thighs, and her fingers lightly touched her labia, feeling the swollen excitement. She looked at his dick, then his face, waited for his eyes to leave her pussy and meet hers.

"Do you remember this morning?" she asked, in a slow, seductive tone. "Do you remember the blow job I gave you?" She wrapped her hand around his hard shaft, just under the head. "Do you remember when I sucked your dick? Hmm?" She released him, then ran her fingertips lightly from the base of his shaft to the sensitive area under the head, then back, and again, as she continued. "Do you remember seeing my mouth filled with your hard cock?" Now she matched the light touch of his dick with her other hand on her pussy, in unison.

"Do you remember seeing your cum on my face, and your cum in my mouth?" Her lips and mouth formed the words slowly, savoring them as tasty delicacies, exciting herself as much as him. "Do you?"

Her right hand stopped stroking her hole, and she reached out for his head, pinching his face between her thumb and middle finger. She spoke in a firmly seductive tone, a throaty and passionate prediction. "Now it is your turn," she began, "It is your turn to have MY cum on your face, your pretty face covered with my cum." She moved his face slightly, then without letting go, probed his mouth with her index finger. "And in your mouth, your hot, sexy mouth with my cum in it." 

Her left hand abandoned his shaft, and settled at her crotch, her palm cupping her pubic mound, her fingers pressing her shaved lips. "Look at my pussy," she told him, and waited until his eyes moved down. The middle fingers of her left hand spread apart, opening her labia, stretching them apart, and opening her wet hole to his view. "You like that? Hmm? You like my pussy?" She wondered if he could see the drip of wetness she felt slipping out of her hole, and down behind her pussy to her asshole. "I know you like to look at it. You like to see me touch it. You like to see me put my fingers in it, and fuck myself. Hmm?" Her middle finger slipped into her hole easily, and a flood of moisture greeted it. "You want to see your dick in there? You want to see your dick fill my pussy like it filled my mouth?"

She half-stood, crouching, releasing his face and taking her finger out of her slippery love hole. She lifted her left foot over his body, turning to face him, her crotch poised over his. She reached down between her legs, wrapping her hand around his shaft again. Her other hand was pressed on his chest now, the help her maintain her balance.

She changed position so that her knees were up at her chest again, her hips shifted forward, so that her pussy, instead of being under her, was pointing towards his head. She held her crotch above his shaft, and she lowered herself until the head of his cock was touching her pussy. 

"You see your dick? You want to see it fill my pussy?"

She moved it around slightly, getting the head wet from her lubrication. She played the head of his dick at her hole, feeling it around the edges, brushing it against her engorged clit. Then, holding it still, she watched his face as she watched him, and he watched her lower her pussy, a little at a time, onto his shaft.

Slowly, she slipped down, feeling the head slip past her lips and into her hot hole. Just the tip inside, then she lifted up; then in again, then up. She looked down to see the purple swollen head of his cock, now shiny with her pussy juice, slipping out of her hole to rest, glistening and throbbing, against her clit. She nestled back down again, and the head slid inside her open pussy, this time a little further. 

She continued this, bouncing her pussy up and down on his cock while he moaned and groaned with the pleasure of the tease; each bounce a little further down the shaft, occasionally lifting completely off, seeing his wet shiny rod emerge from her, seeing her juice coating his shaft and head. Then back down, this time a little further. She watched as the pressure of the entry pulled her lips inside with his cock, and then made it bulge outwards as it exited. She felt it slip further and further inside her, filling her a little more each time. 

Her pussy was so hot and wet that his dick felt cool as it entered. Now almost all the way in, her ass almost resting on his thighs, she paused, feeling the familiar stretch as his hard cock filled her, feeling the friction on the inside of her. And then she dropped the rest of the way, spreading wider, trying to force even more of him inside her, the tip of his dick pushing up against the far end of her pussy, almost hurting, filling her completely. 

She bounced up and down a little, then dropped, grinding herself against him, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, feeling the warmth spreading from her pussy. The sensation of her clit rubbing on his bare skin, combined with the cock moving back and forth inside her started the clench in her stomach, as her pussy and ass tightened and pulsed with pleasure. She rubbed harder, feeling his cock bouncing off the back of her pussy, then rubbing against her G spot as her clit made contact with the base of his cock. 

She stopped then, allowing the building wave to subside, and then slowly raised herself almost off, exposing his entire shaft, leaving only the head in, and then slowly lowering, feeling each inch as it re-entered her. Again, slowly off, concentrating on the suction created as she pulled off him, then down, filled. Her eyes closed, and her head hung down, and she was starting to sweat from the exertion of moving her entire body on and off his cock. She began to pant, her breath shorter, both hands pressing on his chest to support her.

And then suddenly, she pulled completely off, moved her body forward, so that her ass was resting on his chest and her gaping pussy, stretched open from fucking, was poised at his mouth. She slid forward slightly and made contact.

She felt his tongue slip into her hot slit, felt it enter her hole, digging into her, felt it licking at the opening of her pussy. She felt it move from her hole, up between her lips to her clit, touching her button, sending charges of arousal through her. She pulled back, denying him access.

"No, no clit. Get your tongue back in my pussy." She shifted, and felt his tongue re-enter her, felt his lips nibbling her labia. His head was bobbing up and down at her crotch, sometimes stabbing her, fucking her with his tongue. He backed away, and began licking the sensitive areas between her labia and thighs. She shifted again, redirecting him.

"No fancy stuff today. Just get your tongue in me and lick my pussy out." She pushed down on him, feeling her ass on his chin. "Drink my pussy juice." He was grunting with the effort, pushing back against her with his face, as if trying to jam his entire head inside her. "Yeah, baby, that's it, get up in there, you pussy lickin' stud!"

And then she was off, moving back down his body, sitting back on his cock, fucking him, harder at first, the first thrust impaling herself on him, all the way to the base, filling her pussy with his hot meat. Then long, slow, full-length strokes, rotating her hips back and forth as she moved up and down, feeling the friction on her pussy walls as she milked his cock with her wet hole. She felt the orgasm beginning to build, and told him, panting, in short, frantic phrases.

"M-mm, I can feel it coming. I'm gonna cum soon. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna pull off your dick. I'm gonna fuck your tongue. I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Oh, God. I'm..."

She felt it swelling up, and she pulled off his dick and jumped up to his face, practically hitting him with her crotch as the orgasm hit her, smashing into her like a train, rolling waves of pleasure, uncontrollable, and she yelled, screamed as her pussy spasmed, and a flood of her cum rushed out, covering his face, and still she screamed, and his tongue was in her as wave after wave broke through her, and her pussy flooded his mouth with hot, sticky cum, washing out of her. And she finally stopped yelling, but the waves, smaller, continued to rip through her, and she got her voice back, loud now, not seductive, but raw and raunchy and hot.

"Oh, yeah, you fuck, eat my cum out of my pussy, eat me, you fuck." She leaned into him, pressing it into his face, feeling his tongue up inside her, her clit was pressing into his nose, and she felt a second orgasm starting. She was shouting now. "Drink my cum, drink it, suck it out, suck my cunt, you- oh, God Daaammmmnnn AAAAAAAA!" The second orgasm rolled over her, her thighs clamped his head as she screamed and her sphincter tightened, and her pussy clenched, and another flood of cum rushed out of her, washing his face and tongue and mouth. Her scent was thick now, it filled her nostrils, overpowering even the ocean smell, the smell of sex, of pussy. The Fucked Smell. Her pussy was on fire, twitching and pulsing as the orgasm crashed through her and over her, and then it was past, and the shock waves subsided, and she threw herself to the side, falling off his face and chest. 

She lay next to him, her wet hole gaping in the open air still twitching like a live animal, as she caught her breath. She could see his face was soaked in cum, and his neck, and chest.

She watched his tongue flicking out, licking his own lips, wallowing in the desire to taste her, licking her residue from his own face. Much the way she had done with his cum that morning. God, that was hot. She watched his tongue, peeking out, flicking at his lips, swirling, she imagined him enjoying the flavor the same way she had, enjoying the total lust and abandon of it, So sexy, so delicious, and she propped up and kissed him, licking his lips, his face, sharing her scent and flavor with him, tasting her cum the way he had tasted his on her mouth. God, she was licking her own cum, and she was loving it, it was so hot, so completely uncontrollably raunchy and hot-

And she threw her leg back over his torso, ramming his cock into her cunt, no more dick and pussy sex, this was cock and cunt fucking, raw animal jungle sex, and she rammed down on him, grunting and growling. They fucked like animals, she was plunging down on him, she felt the pounding, and then suddenly she was falling, twisting; and then he was on top of her, pounding into her, and she was cumming again, and she urged him screaming. "Fuck me! Pound that dick in me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Pound my Cunt! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck -- oooohhhh aaaaaAAAAAAA!" And she was cumming again, a third time, and then she heard him yelling, and he was cumming too. She felt the hot jets of semen shooting into her, filling her, felt them leaking out, overflowing as they continued fucking through their orgasms. Her pussy felt like wet mush now, his shaft still pummeling her hole, now slipping and sliding, Now a little slower, and she was still saying "Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck" and he was gasping, and she realized he was biting her nipple, and groaning, and he fell into her.




Lena's New Life Ch. 10



Minutes passed. Time stopped, or rushed past.

Their breathing slowly returned to normal. His dick, spent and soft, eventually slipped out of her. She felt her pussy open and raw, sore in a way that only a great fuck can make it. She felt his cum dripping from her pussy, between her cheeks, over her tight rosebud ass hole. She was exhausted, and sore, and SO totally satisfied. 

He rolled off her, grunting with satisfaction. "That," he managed to say, "was the best sex ever. And I don't mean ever for us." He turned his head to look at her. "I mean the best ANYONE has ever had. There is no way it could be better than that!"

"Yeah, we broke some new ground there, didn't we?" she agreed. 

"YOU broke new ground. I was just trying to hang on for the whole ride!"

"Well, yeah, I guess I did." She giggled, first, then started to laugh harder. 

"What's so funny?" he asked, propping himself up on an elbow.

She was still snickering, and her smile was the honest, refreshing one she wore only when she was fully happy. "I starting laughing," she grinned, "and it made a blob of cum push out of me! I felt it come out!" 

"Let me see!" he blurted. Caught by surprise, she didn't comprehend at first, then realized what he had said. More new ground, she thought. She sat up, then pulled back into a squat.

Not bothering to get off the blanket, she looked down, her eyes darting from his face to her pussy. He was staring at her hole, still red from the blood, swollen from the punishment, and dripping gobs and streams of white and clear semen, no longer running to her ass, now dripping from her. She clenched her muscles in pulses, and it pushed blobs out, and he watched it, saying, "Damn Lena, that is the sexiest thing ever. Look at that, dripping out, your pussy looks so good, so hot."

"You always did like to look at it."

"And putting things in it," he reminded her.

"Oh yeah,." She looked down. Still dripping. "And you always loved watching me put stuff in me, too."

"M-mm, yeah. You are the hottest, especially when you put your fingers ..." his words drifted as he watched, distracted by her fingers that were playing with her pussy, coated in the cum that still leaked from her. In fascination he watched as she slipped the two fingers into herself, softly massaging her cum-filled hole. She cooed with quiet, soft pleasure. "M-mm," she moaned, "that's so hot and slick, and gooey."

And she pulled them out and watched his eyes follow them as she slowly raised them to her lips, and then she was licking them, licking off her cum and his cum, and the raw smell of cum filled her nose again, enticing her, and then the fingers were in her mouth, and she sucked them clean like they were a little dick. 

Then he looked up at her, with love and admiration and fascination, and they both laughed, and kissed.

"New ground," she said, between kisses, "is a lot of fun." 

"YOU make it fun!" 

"Well, thanks, John. I guess you're enjoying the 'new me' as much as I am." He nodded, smiled, kissed her. "I have to thank you for all you've done for me, for us." She stammered, suddenly -- what? Embarrassed? Maybe a little.

"What I did?" 

"Sure. You called my bluff after the Lotto drawing. I was all this big talk about Sex Slave this and Sex Slave that. But you gave me the opportunity to open up to my new, to OUR new sex life. You made me want to be your slave. And your slut." She felt her face flush with heat. How could she be embarrassed after all she had done and said today? "The things you've allowed me to expose myself to have opened my eyes. And my mind." She chuckled. "And my legs!" 

"What I'm trying to say is that I love this new me, and that I love you. I've always loved you, you know that, but I love you even more, I -- I feel -- I'm just so grateful that you've allowed me to grow, to become -- a new woman? A new me?" She was looking at him, squinting like she was trying to see something that was just out of view. "Like I'm still the same person, but I feel like a completely different one, you know?"

"Well, I know that I love you. Both you's. The 'you' you were before, and the 'you' you think you are now. But to me you're still the same 'you'. You always have been. It's you I love, and always will." He took her face in his hands, kissed her deeply, gently. 

They lay together then, and she felt the heat from him. She rested her head on his chest, felt it rising and falling with his breathing, feeling the beat of his heart. His arm was around her, holding her to him, and she pulled her leg up over his. She was watching the sunset, thinking about them, their life, their day, their future. She wanted to ask him ...

When the sound of the boat woke her it was too late. Startled by the sound, she moved, and the movement woke John, and then he heard it, and they looked up to see the Resort Launch beached at the shore. They had probably only slept a few minutes: the sun was going down, but there was plenty of light. 

They looked at each other as the boat crew called to them. They pulled the blanket up, covering themselves as best they could, and waved back, grinning like idiots.

"We're glad to see you're OK," the man called to them, "when we couldn't find you at the mooring we got worried." 

"No, everything's fine," John called back. "We'll walk back and meet you." She grinned, imagining walking to the boat. Then she smiled. New Ground, she thought. And she stood.

Naked, she waved to the men in the boat. "Thanks. We'll see you back at the mooring." She watched their mouths open, stunned, then smiling as they waved back. She looked down at John. "C'mon, baby. Let's go back.

He looked up at her like he was worshipping a goddess. He wrapped the blanket around his waist, and stood up and kissed his naked wife on the beach, in front of strangers, under a warm setting sun. 



Lena's New Life Ch. 11



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the setup. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this tale, and for voting and leaving civil comments. 

*

They had gone someplace warm for a long weekend. They had arrived Thursday afternoon; now it was early Friday evening and Happy Hour was getting close to ending. They had been at this beachfront bar several hours, had a little something to eat about halfway through, but mostly had been talking and drinking and laughing and watching the world go on around them. This particular slice of the world was fun and entertaining to watch, filled with colorful and eccentric characters. There was no worry about getting home safe, since they were staying in the hotel next door, so they were free to get pretty hammered. 

Lena, of course, got horny when she got hammered. Frankly, so did John, but he wasn't drinking too much tonight. Lena felt herself getting toasted, and slowed for a while, but that was before. She was back to drinking again, and she was drunk. And she was horny. 

She'd always had a fixation about the beach, and she had always enjoyed sex. So it was natural that she had a fantasy about doing it on the beach. They had actually done it once, when they were younger. Lena thought that tonight they should do it again. She planted the seed in John's head, and from time to time, as the sun started to set, she would remind him. "Soon," she said, "soon we'll go down near the water. I want to fuck on the beach." 

John had raised the issue of being seen, but she wouldn't hear it. She was going to fuck on the beach, and there was no discussion. John held her off until the sun was closer to setting, and then they headed down by the water.

When she made the plan she had actually walked up to the room for a couple of towels, and she took them out of her beach bag now, and set one of them on the warm sand. She slipped her shorts and shirt off, tucking them into the bag, and sat on the towel in her bikini, and John sat next to her. 

They pretended to be looking at the ocean and cuddling while she looked around, seeing where the last stragglers were, gauging the growing dusk. There were a handful of people still around, close enough to see something in the current light. One larger group was close, but packing to leave. When they were gone, only a young couple was near, and further down the beach, a couple of stragglers. 

Cool. May as well start turning up the heat.

She threw her arm over John's neck, and pulled him down for a hot, wet, let's-start-having-sex kiss. He was surprised at first, but got over it and returned the kiss with passion. She felt so wicked, so hot and sexy, on the beach, setting sun, warm, tan, drunk ... although she knew that she was probably drunk enough to have a problem reaching orgasm. It always happened when she got too drunk, and she was definitely too drunk. She just had difficulty concentrating. Didn't matter, though; she wanted to fuck, and she was just drunk enough to fuck all night. She pulled John closer, tangling tongues, and getting hot. She got her hands under his shirt, rubbed his chest, and played with his nipples before giving them a little pinch. Her eyes were open, and dusk was settling in. The young couple a little ways away was settling down on a blanket. She smiled to herself. What's on their minds, she joked. Her hands were busy now, toying with his nipples, and then she broke the kiss.

John's hands were at her back, opening the clasp of her bathing suit top. When he got it open, she reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his head as her top fell away from her chest. She slipped it off her arms as he reached for her tits, grabbing one a little roughly while pinching the nipple of the other. She grabbed his hands, pressed them to her tits, sighing deeply; oh, damn, she thought, that's what I've been craving. She rubbed his shoulders and arms as he felt up her tits, kneading, pulling, pinching and twisting. Every time he pinched or twisted her nipples it was like a hot water faucet between her legs; she just got hotter and wetter. She needed to get that dick inside her. She took a last look around to see if it was dark enough, decided she didn't give a shit, and reached for his pants. 

She undid the snap, pulled down his zipper, and reached in. He was good and hard, but bunched up, and he had to help her get it out. When he loosened it, it pointed straight up from his crotch, and she got her hand around it, feeling its hardness, the thick strength, the smooth skin, the fat head. M-mm, she needed this in her pussy, and told him so. 

"Oh, I want you. I want your dick in my pussy. I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard, get that dick in me and fill my pussy, yeah, fuck me," all the time stroking and squeezing his pole, while he played with her tits and got one hand down between her legs. She felt him get fingers inside the leg of her suit, rubbing into her slit, felt her juices seeping out onto his strong fingers, felt her clit respond when he flicked his fingers on her. Damn, she thought, I gotta get this suit out of the way. She lifted her ass of the towel enough to pull the suit off her butt, and slide up her leg, and over her knee. As she did she felt a finger slip into her pussy, then another. He started sliding the fingers in and out of her, her shaved pussy soaking in her juices, her excitement pouring out of her. She was naked now, on a mostly empty public beach in the near dark, and John had two fingers in her pussy, fucking her as she grunted and moaned her approval. 

"O-oh, yeah, feel my pussy, fuck me with your fingers, fill me up." She grabbed his hand, pushed it tight into her pussy, feeling the pressure on her lips, her clit. "Uhnm, yeah, feel that, feel how wet I am, how wet you make my pussy. I'm so hot for your dick." She felt his fingers pull out, then go back in, fatter, tighter, and realized he was using three fingers now, stretching her pussy. She gasped with surprise as her opening stretched, his fingers in her to the knuckle, she felt his hand pushing on her, and she reflexively humped against it, trying to fuck his hand like an animal in heat. She grabbed his dick again, and changed her position. Her knees were up; she maneuvered between his legs, and pointed his dick at her hole. She worked her body closer as his did the same, and then he was fucking her, finally fucking her. She moaned out loud as he entered her, feeling the head of his dick slip into her hole, but she couldn't get any additional pressure at this awkward angle. She could get him in like this but they wouldn't be able to get much motion going. And she wanted strong, hard motion, some real pounding. 

She wiggled herself closer, sitting facing him, she threw her legs up and over his legs, so he was between hers, and she was between his. She put her arms behind her and raised her ass up off the blanket, giving her better access and free movement to bounce her eager hole on his willing and ready pole.

She grunted as she pummeled him with her pussy, crashing herself into his crotch, pausing to rub her lips and pussy up against his dick, stimulating her clit even though she knew the orgasm wasn't coming. It just felt so good, so rewarding and fulfilling to be getting what she wanted, to have her desire satisfied; to feed the carnal animal in her. I'm a dirty, kinky, sex animal, she told herself, I'm fucking John out here on the beach where anybody could walk by, and I don't care as long as his dick is in me. Damn, I feel so low, so loose and easy, and I just don't give a shit, I am getting what I want. She crab-walked towards him, forcing him backwards onto the blanket, and squatted over him. She was naked, and riding him like a cowgirl, grinding his pole, her tits bouncing and her ass in the air. Her hair was falling into her face, and she took one hand up to push it away ...

And she saw them. Or she thought she saw something. Where that young couple was, before. She kept fucking, kept her rhythm, and squinted into the darkness. It must be them, she thought. It looks like she's on her back, and he's between her legs, I think. She slowed for a second, grinding John's dick inside her instead of the long, pounding stroke. She tried to get a better look. Yes, he's between her legs. They're naked, and they're fucking. 

And they're looking at us.

They are fucking while they are watching me fuck John.

Hell, they can't see much. I can barely see them. 

Still ... 

She sat straight up on John, and spread her legs. 

She slowly lifted her body, separating them until they were touching only where her pussy was wrapped around the head of his dick. Her hands were on her knees, and she was squatting, slowly rising, then a pause, then slowly sinking until her pussy enveloped his cock again. She did this several times, knowing that they were watching her, and getting off on being seen fucking. 

"You like that, John?" she asked. "You like when I go nice and slow, and suck your dick into me? Does that look good to you, watching my pussy slide up and down on your dick?"

"Oh, Lena, you know it does, you know I love it. You are so hot, such a horny hot beautiful woman. I love to watch you love my dick with your wet pussy." She knew John loved the dirty talk. Let's see how much, she thought.

"You like to see that? Hmm?"

"Oh, yeah, baby, you know I do.

"So do they. They're watching right now." She felt him stiffen briefly, then relax.

"Who? Someone's watching?"

"That young couple that was over there," she motioned with her head, not stopping the long, slow strokes. "Maybe you didn't see 'em, before," her voice was husky, seductive, "before we started fucking. But they're fucking too, and watching us. And I'm watching them while I'm fucking you."

John craned his neck backwards trying to see them. She couldn't tell if he did, until he said, "Oh, shit, they fucking waved to me!" He turned back to her. "Fuck, that's so hot!"

"M-mm, you like when they watch us fucking?"

"Hell, yes, you hot, sexy show-off! Let's show 'em how it's done! They'll never forget this!"

"Oh, yeah, boy, fuck me, fuck me hard. I want them to see you pound my pussy with your dick, mm-mmm, yeah, fuck," she started babbling as John began rising up to meet her, thrusting into her, harder, and faster, he was grunting with his efforts, grunting and fucking, now louder and harder. His pounding became insistent, like he wanted to get his whole body inside her. She could see the other couple, still fucking, looking directly at her, and then she felt John's body become rigid, and he was jerking, and calling out that he was cumming. She felt his load filling her; she wasn't going to cum, she knew, but she loved getting a load in her, feeling all squishy and hot and wet. She felt John's dick slip out, and she dismounted, playing with his wet pole as it softened. She looked at the other couple, but they were not watching anymore, they were looking the other way, and the man was motioning. 

From the other side of them she saw a figure approaching from the darkness. She poked John and told him to look as they slipped their clothes back on. For a brief second she saw herself in her mind, outdoors, getting dressed on a public beach after fucking in full view of another couple (and God knows who else) and now watching them have sex. She shook her head a little, smiling in amusement. Well, if someone told me last year, that today I'd be-

John interrupted her thoughts, whispering hoarsely, "Lena, look! That guy is jerking off!" She squinted into the darkness.

Sure enough, the figure that the fucking man had motioned to was a guy, and he was standing next to the couple now, and he had his dick out, watching the woman getting fucked, and stroking his own meat. As they stared, the fucking man turned back to them, and motioned to them, beckoning them closer. Lena looked at John, and saw in his face the same eagerness she felt, but didn't want to admit. She was relieved that he was thinking the same thing! "Let's go!" she yelled. The finished collecting their stuff and hurried towards the show. 

As they approached she heard the woman moaning in ecstasy, and the man fucking her urging her to cum, calling her names, saying, "Cum, you slut, you love it, you love letting people see you fuck, cum! Cum for your fans, let them see you orgasm." He was going slow, stroking his dick in and out of her pussy. The guy jerking off stood about two feet away, on the other side, and his eyes were roving from the woman's face to her pussy as he jerked himself off. John and Lena sat on the sand about two feet away on their side, Lena in front between John's legs, his arms around her, and they settled in to watch these people fucking, live, right in front of them! 

The man fucking looked at them and smiled, then turned back to the woman. "More people to watch you, slut. Cum for them, you know you want to! Let them see you!" Lena was astounded as the woman began to moan louder, sharper, my God, she thought, she IS cumming, right in front of us! She was half embarrassed, and half amazed, and ALL excited, as the woman's orgasm rolled through her. "Yeah, good girl," the man fucking her was saying, "good, that's what you like, good. Now open your mouth and suck some dick." Lena's eyes popped.

Sure enough, the woman opened her mouth, and the jerking man, after checking with the other guy (who nodded his approval) stepped up to her face, and pointed his dick right into her mouth. Lena felt John stirring behind her as the woman began sucking; John's arms tightened around her, and she felt something pushing at her back. Was it wrong to get excited watching this, she wondered? The woman was sucking hard now, and the man continued fucking her, urging her to suck that dick. "Suck his cum out, make him cum, use your hot mouth," he told her, and then out of the dark a third man appeared, and he, too, pulled his dick out, started jerking off, and Lena felt John's hand caressing her breast lightly, and toying with her hard nipple. Right or wrong, she was hot, and so was this show!

Suddenly, the guy getting sucked started making noise, and his body tensed, and the woman raised herself up on one arm, grabbed his dick with the other, and started jerking him into her open mouth. She held the head right at her tongue, and his sperm shot out onto her tongue, on her face, and into her mouth as she jerked his cum out, there were drops on her face and lips, and she licked it off the head of his dick, and then the guy stepped back, and the next man took his place. The fucking man still urged her to do more, suck more. "Get that cum, suck it, slut, take that cock," he goaded her, and the new guy only stroked into her mouth a few times before he came. The woman wasn't ready for it, and the guy shoved into her mouth, pumping his load as the fucking guy showered her with approval: "yeah, baby, you're so hot, swallow it all, only you, you slut, swallow his load!" And she was, or most of it, some overflowed her mouth and dripped out, oozing down her chin, and then she pulled off as she was wracked by another orgasm.

Unbelievable!

She felt John's other hand between her legs now, as the third man backed off, and disappeared into the darkness. The woman's orgasm was receding, and the man, still with his dick in her, motioned to them. For a second Lena thought John might get up (what would she have done?), but he took his hand off her breast and waved, said, "No, we're good, if it's ok with you." The man nodded, and started fucking in earnest now. Lena craned her neck, trying to see the cock going into her pussy, she felt John's fingers pull her suit aside and slip into her sloppy pussy, all wet and still slick with cum, and then she could see it, sliding in and out, the woman was shaved, just like Lena, and it was a beautiful sight, all swollen lips and wet, slick with cum, and that hard shaft sliding in and out. The guy was talking urgently now, telling her how hot she was, how she got those guys off, how people enjoy watching her fuck; Lena heard the strain in his voice, and thought he would cum soon. She felt John's fingers tweaking her nipples, wondered if the woman was going to have a third orgasm, and felt that if John kept playing with her pussy she just might ...

But John was playing with her nipples ...

Lena looked down, following the woman's outstretched arm to her own pussy! The woman had two fingers in her, and her thumb was rubbing Lena's clit, and Lena looked up and the woman was looking right at her, right into her eyes, and Lena looked back, and let the woman rub her pussy. The guy was grunting now, and Lena heard him cumming, and watched his shoulders tense and his chest and face strain, and he was pumping into her, and now the woman came again, Lena felt it in her hand...

And then the orgasm she didn't think she would have grabbed her, from her brain to John's fingers on her nipples to the woman fingering her clit, she tensed and spasmed, and her pussy gushed her cum and John's all over the woman's hand as Lena came and came. Her mouth was open, she couldn't speak, and she saw the woman, finishing her own orgasm, watching her, and they looked into each others' face as they came, each knowing what the other was feeling, and not caring- no, enjoying that they had shared this experience.

*

Later, in Zeke and Mimi's (the young couple) hotel room (it was closer) they cleaned up, had a couple of drinks. Mimi told them that she loved sex in public; that the show really got her off, and that she was into doing other guys, but only orally. Zeke said they did this kind of thing all the time, and he got off watching how hot Mimi got when she did it. He enjoyed watching her get off getting other people off, as long no one else fucked her. He also showed them the little bottle of lube he kept in his palm. That was how he kept her wet.

Mimi said she loved the dirty talk, when he told her suck, and swallow, she said that really got her off. When Zeke found out where they lived, he gave them the name of a club in a nearby city. Zeke said they were members, and to use their names when Lena and John went there. He explained it was a sex club, but you could just go and watch. And, he winked, you guys clearly like to watch! 

When they left, Mimi kissed John on the cheek, and Lena gave Zeke one, too. But when she went to kiss Mimi the same way Mimi turned her head and kissed Lena on the lips, then hugged her. Lena felt Mimi's arms around her, and she felt a little panic, not knowing where this was going, and then Mimi whispered in her ear, "Thanks for letting me make you cum, I had fun!" and kissed her again on the lips, not a peck this time, but slower, romantic, and Lena felt a little tongue before Mimi released her, smiling. 

In the elevator down John asked what Mimi had said, and Lena dismissed it, saying it was 'girl talk'. Then he said that he thought it was hot the way Mimi kissed her. Lena playfully slapped him on the shoulder, asking why men are always into girls together. They both laughed, and then they talked about how much fun they'd had. 

But in the back of her mind Lena thought it was hot the way Mimi had kissed her, too. And what the hell should she make of that?



Lena's New Life Ch. 12



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the setup. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this tale, and for voting and leaving civil comments. 

SS Episode 14 Playroom 02 The Boys

02-26-2006

She had spoken to him earlier on the phone; he'd been out at his workshop, and she had been horny. She'd wanted him to come home and fuck her. He'd told her that he wanted to fuck her, but was right in the middle of an important project, and she might have to stay aroused for a few hours, thinking about the fucking he'd give her later. 

"But I need you to fuck me, now," she'd pleaded.

"Oh, plan on it, but I'm not coming home now, sweetie. You are going to have to learn to live with being aroused." 

"But you know how I get when I'm horny, when I'm this fucking hot. I need to get fucked, hard, and now!"

"Lena, that was fine when we were only occasionally have sex, in the 'before' time. But you are sexually charged much more often and for longer periods than before. You can't expect to fuck every time you need your itch scratched."

"But-"

"Hey, you know what? It's like being a guy. We don't get to fuck, or cum every time we get a hard-on." She could hear his smile. "Sometimes you have to let it go away, sometimes you jerk off. That's how it is."

"Are you telling me to jerk off?"

"I'm telling you that if you need to take care of it yourself, have fun, you can tell me about it later. Or you can learn to live with arousal and excitement, and learn to appreciate the anticipation of sex. Like I do, with you."

"With me?" Her fingers were between her legs; she could feel the moistness through her denims. 

"Yes, of course. When I know that we are going to have sex, or when you are teasing me, I enjoy the anticipation, the tease, the promise, all the way to getting there. And it makes actually having sex sweeter, and hotter, and more, well, urgent."

She had heard this before, and she knew it, had experienced it, and believed it. But that didn't help at times like this. It was the old feeling, from 'before'. When she got the itch this bad, she had to get it scratched. In the 'before' days she went to work, or cleaned the house; she never scratched her own itch, so she wouldn't think of sex unless John was around. These days she scratched frequently. And she had the itch; bad. 

"OK, John, I'll see you later. Call me when you're leaving."

She hung up the phone and went straight to the playroom. The problem, she knew, was the fantasies that had been playing in her head the last week or so. She'd been busy down at the non-profit where she was working, and had managed to stay busy during the day. Driving home, relaxing at night, going out: the fantasies would creep into her head. Fortunately John was around to help out. Today had been slow at the Organization, and she'd left early. And it crept in. And she was alone. 

Am I sick? She wondered. Have I become addicted to sex? 

If I am, she thought, I'll get help. Later!

She opened the cabinet and reached for Junior.

The Dildo was nicknamed Johnny. When they picked him out they thought he was shaped the most like John of all the ones they saw, maybe a little bigger. She'd called him "Johnny Junior' then and the name stuck. Now she just referred to him (to it! She corrected herself) as Junior. Junior was her favorite toy. He was flesh colored, realistic, with veins, balls and a head, felt like skin, and had a big suction cup on the base so you could stick it to stuff, like chairs, and dressers (great for doggie style). In this case, she used the floor. She moved two of the Exercise mats apart, licked the base, and stuck Junior to the hardwood floor. 

"Well, fella, looks like it's me and you today," she said out loud, as she unbuttoned her blouse. Hearing her own words (talking to a dildo?) she felt a little foolish, then thought, what the hell! She continued opening her blouse, looked down at Junior and said, "Hey, there's no one to hear me but you, and you're not telling anybody, are you Junior?" She undressed to her bra and panties, and caught her image in the mirrored wall. Her image stared back, facing her, from behind the mirror image of Junior. She thought she looked pretty good! The gym workouts were paying off, she still had some tan from the vacation. No wonder John was hot for me, she thought, admiring her face and figure. Who wouldn't want these? She unclipped her bra, watching herself as it fell away, exposing her breasts. She knew a nice set when she saw one, and that's one! John loved 'em; she knew that other men looked, too, so she knew they were nice. She turned a little, checking herself, watching them move, and jiggle a little bit.

Seeing her own tits didn't turn her on, but she knew what did ... she watched her image as her hand reached for her breast, caressed it lightly, circling the dark aureole, watching the nipple harden and become erect. She felt the combined thrills of stimulation and voyeurism, and inhaled sharply as she flicked, then squeezed and pulled, and finally pinched her nipple. The electric charges of pleasure shot through her and teased her pussy. She watched herself, like watching a porn movie, as her other hand did the same, felt the charges from both nipples at once, her chest involuntarily swelling out, eager for more, and her pussy became wet.

"O-ooh, Junior, you like to see me play with my titties, hmm?" She pretended talking to the toy, but was really talking to herself. "M-mm, that's good," she said, tweaking herself, harder. Then reaching for her panties. She hooked her thumbs in the band and pulled them off. She looked up, saw herself squatted down, slipping her panties off, then stepping out of then and standing, one hand between her legs. "Oh, yeah, Junior, I am ready for you," she cooed, feeling the wetness as her finger slipped between her smooth lips. 

In a minute she was on her knees, fully impaled on the toy cock, sliding her wet tunnel up and down on it. Sometimes when she got on top of John she couldn't get the leverage correct, straddling his body. No problem here; she could sink completely to the floor, totally burying Junior into her snatch. She lifted from her knees, slowly. She changed, squatting, and bouncing short strokes. She got back on her knees, moving her body forward and back. Each variation in motion brought a variation in sensation, some sharper, some less pronounced but more powerful. She rested her forehead on the mat, and looked back between her legs, watching the dildo disappear into her, spreading her lips as she sank, then glistening with her juices as she rose up. Hot. Hot to watch; she loved to see herself penetrated, to see the action as she was fucked. She lifted her head, looked at the mirror. She saw herself, but only her bare shoulders and back. She pushed herself back upright, her spread knees facing the mirror. She could see herself fucking Junior, but not well enough. She sat back on her feet, and leaned, putting her hands on the floor behind her for support. 

"Oh, yeah Junior, that's it, baby."

She was staring at her open crotch, moving her hips up and down on him (it! Dammit!), her upper body stretched backwards, straining the shaft as she moved on it. Using only her ass and stomach muscles, she watched her pussy open and close around Junior, squeezing her juices out, and creating pressure on her g-spot. "O-ooh, yeah, that's sweet baby, oh, fucking yeah, fuck me!" She jerked her hips sharply, changing the pace, the depth, the stroke, and then changing back again. The filled sensation and the motion in her pussy filled her. She felt the first hint of orgasm building, and she wanted more.

She pushed off her hands, sitting straight up on Junior, then lifted, moved her feet, and allowed her body to slide all the way down until her ass cheeks rested on the floor. She shifted forward and back, feeling Junior's tip brushing her cervix. "Oh, yeah, you are all the way in me now, honey, you are filling me up!" Her fingers grabbed at her pussy, rubbing her clit as she squirmed on the wet shaft. "M-mm, o-ooh yeah, uh-huh, that's it," she muttered, watching herself in the mirror, her boobs shaking with the back-and-forth motion. "Yeah, fuck yeah, that's it, m-mm," She was filled, and feeling it. She started bouncing again, pushing down onto Junior with all her weight. She felt his tip again brushing her cervix. Full, she thought. But not enough to cum. And she needed to cum. "Oh, Junior baby you are not getting it done for me today," she told him, lifting off and speaking to the image in the mirror. Junior dripped with her juices as she slipped of the top, her pussy holding open for a second as Junior vacated. "I am going to need some extra help." 

She lifted her leg off, went to the cabinet, and selected a vibrator, powerful and slim. Good for the clit, and if I freak out, I can shove it in my ass! She grabbed some lube, and turned back to Junior, when she stopped. 

She went back to the cabinet, and looked in the back of the second shelf. 

Big Boy. 

She replaced the vibrator on the shelf above, then reached past the smaller (normal) sized items for the one that had caught her eye. Holy shit, she thought, watching it emerge into the light, feeling the heft, seeing her hand appear dwarfed by the girth. Like Junior, it had a suction cup on the base, but the similarity ended there. Probably twice as thick, and at least two inches longer, the Big Boy appeared massive. She balked a second, then imagined it in her, stretching her, filling her, and her crotch flamed hot and wet, and she felt her face and chest flush. Her nipples became erect instantly and her hands trembled slightly. "Oh, Junior," she said to the room, teasingly, "don't be insulted, but I'm kinda hot for your big brother!" 

She returned to the middle of the room, and pushed Junior back into her pussy, sighing as it entered her. She fucked him slowly as she prepared the Big Boy. Leaning forward she secured it to the floor, anticipation constricting her chest, making her breath shallow, almost panting. She was so wet, just thinking about Big Boy fucking her ... She opened the lube, squeezed a good amount on Big Boy and used both hands to coat him with it. The act of stroking the lube onto that thick, massive shaft ... o-ooh! She glanced at the mirror, saw herself riding Junior while stroking Big Boy, and the image of her getting fucked by two guys formed in her head. Two hard cocks, two horny, hot guys, hungry for her wet pussy, for her mouth ... She was grinding Junior now, turned from her mirror image, and looked at Big Boy, now slick with lube. She slipped slowly off Junior and crawled to the monster jutting up from the floor.

There was no way she could squat onto it, she instead angled it down with her hand, aiming it at her wet, fucked hole. A shudder of excitement raced through her as the head pressed against her opening. She adjusted her position, and slowly, slowly began pushing back against the head. She held it still with her hand, her torso moving back on her knees, pushing her wet pussy onto the head of the huge dildo. 

Her head was down, she looked back, past her breasts, between her legs. She could see her hand holding the shaft. She lifted her head, saw Junior; turned her head and saw herself in the mirror. She pushed again, now feeling not only pressure, but her opening beginning to stretch, wet and swollen, allowing the large head to enter her. 

"Oh, Junior, I can feel myself opening for this big cock. He's stretching my hole open, damn it's so big, so big ... unh!" She felt the crown pop past the outer opening and slip into her vaginal canal, felt the walls stretch to accept the size. She paused, giving her stimulated organs the opportunity to adjust to the invasion. She relaxed her pelvic muscles, felt her love tunnel expand around the head and shaft, gripping it tightly. "Oh, shit, that's so big, damn he's got that fucking monster inside me Junior, oh fuck that's so good," she babbled. She inhaled, and started pushing back again. 

Her pussy slid back, stretched open now, swallowing the slick dildo, the head squeezing into her, filling her; the veins and textures rippling past her outer opening, stimulating her more. Her concentration was scrambled, her brain leaping from one focus to another; from the sensations, to the erotic act of filling herself so completely, to giving in to her desires for more; the combination served only to increase her lust. Combined with the competing sensations was the now overpowering fantasy of being sexually serviced by two men. 

"Oh, Junior, his cock is so big, it's stretching me, shit, I've never been this full, this ... uhn, oh fuck, he's so fucking big, my pussy feels so fucking hot, UHN!" She pushed back again, and felt it slip in further, now touching her cervix. Her entire pussy twitched, like small clenches, pulsing as the head of the dildo brushed the furthest end of her insides. She looked back between her legs. Her hand, still on the shaft, was pushed up against her pussy; she felt the stretched opening against her fingers. There was still extra shaft showing past her hand. "Oh, shit, fuck, he's touching bottom and there's still three inches to go, shit he's so fucking big!" She lifted her head and was face to face with Junior. She took her hand from the monster splitting her, grasped Junior's base and pointed it at her mouth. 

In a haze of lust and passion she sucked the dildo into her mouth as though it were a living cock. She was so far into the fantasy that she could forget that she was using toys, and she imagined a cock in her mouth, tasting like her, while a massive piece of meat filled her pussy. It was the sexiest, most horny and uninhibited thing she had ever done, and the surrender to the impulse made it even hotter. She stretched her neck, trying to pump Junior into her mouth, but couldn't reach, and had to settle for sucking the head, and licking the shaft. She tasted her own pussy even as the motion caused Big Boy to move ever so slightly in and out of her, making her pussy explode in a sudden flood of stimulation. She felt an orgasm building, starting, and the need to cum took her pussy over like it was possessed. 

She popped her mouth off Junior and pulled the suction cup off the floor. She turned to the mirror and slid slowly off Big Boy, watching the giant object emerge from her gaping pussy. She rearranged the mats, and secured Junior back to the floor, closer this time so that she could reach both at once. She poised her hole over Junior and looked sideways now, to the image in the mirror. Her body descended on Junior, her pussy taking the full length in one motion, her head pointing at Big Boy now. She coated him with lube again, stroking the full shaft. She watched her body move, imagining live studs at both ends of her, taking turns fucking her, switching pussy to mouth. She watched herself try to suck Big Boy, stretching her mouth around the head, again tasting her musky pussy juice, even through the lube. She saw her image, cocks at both ends, taking both of them, seeing in her mind tall men, pumping. Was one of them John? Or was John watching her, like this, while two other men fucked his slutty wife? She moaned as the heat of the fantasy settled into her pussy, wrapped around Junior, and she pumped, hard, forcing herself down, until her clit rubbed on Junior's balls, and she rubbed, and her face rubbed on Big Boy. She grasped the shaft at her face, grunting, moaning, as her orgasm built and then exploded in a rush of pulsating muscles and nerves, and her cum flooded Junior as she shouted, bathing him in her juice. "Oh, fucking Junior I'm cumming, oh fuck, fuck I'm cumming OH FUCK!" 

She waited only moments, until her legs were back in her control, and lifted off Junior to switch positions. Again the fantasy took hold, after cumming on one hard cock Junior pulls out and Big Boy approached her cum-soaked pussy, still twitching from her orgasm and ...

Fills her! "Oh, holy shit, fuck!" She screamed as her pussy slid, slick and stretched, down over most of Big Boy's shaft, feeling it slide in, all the way, until it touched her cervix, filled. "Fuck! Oh, shit, fuck me, fill me with cock, I want to be fucked with that hot meat! Fuck! Oh, fuck me!" She called out to her two "men", urging them into action. She glanced sideways, saw herself with her ass still six inches from the floor, at least four inches of Big Boy still outside her, as she swallowed Junior. Her "men" had her impaled at both ends, she thought; her mouth and pussy completely penetrated, so dirty, so fucking dirty and nasty, tasting her cum on Junior as Big Boy stretched her again, and she started raising and lowering herself on Big Boy. She groaned around the sloppy object in her mouth, grunting as Big Boy fucked her, filling her. 

She released Junior from her mouth, used the lube to make him slick, and jerked his shaft as she talked to him. "M-mm, can you see his big cock filling me, fucking my hot pussy? H-mm? You like seeing me fucked by his big cock?" She rubbed Junior's tip on her face, stroking him. "I'm going to see just how far he can go, you want to see how far he can fuck me?" She pulled away slightly, still grasping Junior as though she needed him for support. She pushed a little, feeling the cock move in her passageway, and feeling the head push against her cervix. Because she could control the pressure, there was no sudden pain, just a good, sexy gradual hurt. She felt her insides stretch as the monster moved her insides to fit. She felt the pressure in her stomach, the strain on her vaginal walls, and additional stimulation as her pussy accepted the punishment. She took a deep breath and pushed a little more. She felt the stretch again, her tissue straining, and she gasped as she felt a little pain, and backed off, allowing her pussy some seconds to adjust, relax. She was panting, an animal in heat, and despite (or because of) the strain, her orgasm started to build. As her pussy became accustomed to the stretching, she whispered to her other stud, her words a hoarse gasp. 

"Oh, Junior, he is stretching me, he's so fucking big! Fuck, my pussy is ripping apart! Oh, shit, he's going to fuck me to death, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, he's so fucking big, I want him to fuck me until I can't walk ..." 

And then she felt pressure on her ass cheeks, and looked in the mirror to see that they were touching the floor, and she had the entire monster inside her, stretching her poor wet pussy beyond its limits, and it was so hot, so incredibly fucking hot, she took Junior back into her mouth, feeling him press against her throat, feeling the straining pressure at both ends, and the excitement, the total abandon drove her to another orgasm, and she felt her pussy clenching Big Boy, spasming, trying to gush; the fluid unable escape her filled opening, and she squawked and choked around the cock in her mouth as she came, finally pulling it out, trying to breath. Pulling back off Junior made her push back on Big Boy, and she felt her abdomen cramp as he filled her more. 

Then she was pulling almost completely off, and as if possessed, started moving back and forth, fucking the huge cock cramming her. She pushed, and pounded, and clutched at it. She saw herself in the mirror, amazed at the amount of cock pounding in and out of her, and she came again, her body racked with spasms again, her muscles contracted, her entire torso gripped and constricted as the sensation beat her, and she felt her legs and arms trembling with the power of it, so strong, so hard, a punishing glorious ecstasy, wave after wave. She struggled to breath, and as it receded slightly she regained control of her voice and cried out, bellowed, and tears formed at her eyes as she momentarily blacked out. Still crying out, she collapsed, falling over sideways, and the monstrous dildo gave her pussy one last push before popping out, spraying her juices obscenely as it sprang back upright. 




Lena's New Life Ch. 12



Her entire body twitched as her eyes reopened; she was laying on her side, facing the mirror. Her legs were drawn up around Big Boy, who stood shining with her cum, undaunted by the adventure. Her hair was stringy with her perspiration, and her body glistened in a sheen of perspiration. Her breath was ragged as she subconsciously stroked Junior, still in front of her face, murmuring softly. She was hearing things, Junior was talking to her, calling her a beautiful animal, so hot, so beautiful, so ...

"...beautiful, I have never seen anything so hot in my life," she heard, "you are so beautiful, so sexy," it was John's voice, "I want you so bad, watching you get fucked like that, so hot, you beautiful, sexy, animal." He was speaking softly, lovingly, with a level of admiration as though viewing a work of art. She looked in the mirror, and saw him behind her, watching from the doorway, and wondered how long he had been there. His eyes were glazed a little, and his pants bulged at the crotch. Her pussy was sore from Big Boy's pounding fuck, and she didn't know if she could handle another orgasm without passing out. Not like that last one, she thought. 

He walked towards her, unbuckling his pants, pulling down his zipper. "You are my sexy slut, Lena. You had two at once?" She watched his reflection in the mirror as he pulled out his hard cock and began stroking it. "Did you like that? Did you imagine that they were both fucking you?" He was dropping to his knees now, his hard cock above her head. The head, fat and purple, was dripping as he slowly stroked. "You liked having your mouth and pussy filled at the same time?" She rolled onto her back, looking straight up at his dick now, her legs falling open, her sore and swollen pussy splayed open and used. "Tell me if you liked it."

"It -- it was ... fucking fabulous," she managed. His stroking became more insistent.

"Tell me. Did they switch?"

"Oh, hell yes, first one fucked me, then the other. I came so many times ..." she watched a drop of pre-cum form at the tip, and her fingers found their way between her legs. "They were in my mouth, and my pussy, both at once, then they switched." Her fingers felt her wet lips, her opening, dipping into the wet hole. "They made me lick my cum off them, sucking my pussy off their cock, while they fucked me." She saw his cock twitch, his hand grip a little tighter, and knew he was getting off hearing it. "Then I sucked Junior deep as Big Boy fucked me, he was so fucking big I think he stretched me out, oh, fuck look at me," she had four fingers pushing into herself now, "look what he did to me, he fucked me so hard." 

Suddenly John's cock was lowering, she heard his breath quicken, and then cum flew out, right at her face, splattering her mouth and nose, hot sticky cum, then he was closer, and another blast struck her, she felt the heat and then the head was pushing past her lips and blasting his cum into her mouth. Her fingers crammed into her pussy, harder, and her other hand rubbed her clit as she brought herself to another, smaller orgasm, her mouth filling with John's load, the sharp salty flavor of his semen filling her, she smelled it on her face, trying to swallow, unable to get it all, much of his load spilled out the side of her mouth as he groaned, and jerked, and finally his dick was still, and she licked the head, tasting the last drops of cum. He pulled back, and sat on the floor. Leaving his pants open, he took her hand, brought it to his mouth, and licked her wet fingers. 

They lay together, on the mats, and he took her in his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder, and they rested there, cuddling and content, until their breathing became long and regular, and they slipped into an easy sleep. 

They woke later, got cleaned up and dressed, had some dinner. She joked about how sore she was. He said he'd never seen her cum so hard. He asked if she had imagined that he was one of the two men in her fantasy.

"I did. But I also imagined you watching me, with two other guys," she admitted. But she wasn't embarrassed. 

"At the end, I did watch you," he grinned.

"I was so into it, ever since reading those stories, you know ..." she trailed off. Should she be ashamed? "When I had the two toys out, I just went with it, and it was like ... like it ... took over." She looked at him, touched his hand, grinned. "I totally was out of control."

"I saw! You were getting off so hard. I couldn't believe how hot you were with those two!"

"What if it wasn't toys?" she suddenly asked. She caught herself too late, not knowing if she wanted an answer to this question. She wasn't even sure she wanted her own answer. "Would it still be hot if they weren't ..." out with it, she thought, just say it. "If they were real? If it was two guys fucking me?"

He stared at her. She'd done it, she'd gone too far. She felt the knot form in her stomach.

"I saw how hot you got today," he said. "You were consumed with passion, and you were out of control." He smiled. "It's my greatest and favorite fantasy, seeing you like that." He took her hand. "Anything you ever want to do, that doesn't damage us, that makes you that excited, makes me even more excited." He looked at her; she felt the knot in her stomach dissolve, replaced by a developing warmth in her chest, expanding. "Do you want to do that?"

"I don't know." She swallowed nervously, "I don't think I'd, like, arrange it." She licked her lips. "But if we were someplace where it somehow might happen, I don't think I'd stop it!" She looked at him, saw excitement in his eyes. "I know that I'd want you there, to be a part of it. I'd need you to be there, to be ... you know. Part of it. One of them" 

"I'd be one of the two guys?"

"Maybe, maybe two. Or three." She grinned.



Lena's New Life Ch. 13



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the setup. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this tale, and for voting and leaving civil comments. 

*

Lena was dressing for a date with John. 

John had given the slave command, and while she dressed she wondered if it was really necessary. When she had first "asked" to be his Sex Slave she'd needed something to help her experience this new world, new life. She'd needed the direction, the permission, the freedom from guilt that the Slave arrangement provided; it gave her the opportunity to do so many things that she never would have tried before. As a Slave she didn't judge herself for her wanton desires, or criticize herself for liking the depraved things she did. Since she was his Slave, she had to do what he said. But now that she had adjusted to her new desires, was the Slave command still needed? She thoroughly enjoyed the wild and kinky things they did, and looked forward to more. What could he tell her to do that she wouldn't willingly enjoy?

She looked at the clothes he had commanded her to wear. An excellent selection, she mused. A few months ago she wouldn't have walked out of the house in them, but now she got flushed just thinking about wearing them. She knew that when she was with him in this red leather skirt and silk blouse she would be the center of his attention as well as everyone else in the room. The ½ cup red bra didn't just hold her breasts, it presented them; the stockings accentuated her stunning legs, enhanced by the heels. She would feel as sexy as she looked, and looking hot made her feel hot. Best of all, she knew that she was hot for him. She knew that he would be thinking about the smooth shaved delight between her legs every time he looked at her. 

She dressed, happily. They had reservations at a restaurant. As he had in the past, John was taking them some distance away from home for their adventure tonight. 

*

It was mid-week, and a little after dinner hour, so the restaurant, while classy and popular, was not very crowded. The few patrons were scattered throughout the dining area. Lena and John were given a table along the wall, near a window. They sat next to each other instead of across, so they could both see the room. The waiter brought water, then drinks; he left menus and left them alone. Two other waitresses worked he room, although there was little to do. 

Lena sat carefully in her seat, knowing she had no underwear on. The leather skirt came only barely to her mid thigh, and it rode up a bit when she was sitting. Most of her thigh was exposed, and while she thought her legs looked great (they really did), she was grateful that there were very few people in the main room, and even more grateful that the tablecloths draped over the edge enough to give her some cover. After a few minutes adjustment she began to relax a little.

They played "watch the people" for a little while, while they made small talk, catching each other up on their recent projects. He was doing some woodworking, and had rented a garage near their house. She had joined a non-profit group, doing volunteer work, and fundraising. Both of them wanted to stay busy (not that being home and having sex all day was boring), so that they didn't become shallow and dull. 

There was a young couple a few tables away, closest to them, who were talking intently and watching the crowd, kind of the same way John and Lena were. In the back of the room, an older couple, dignified and very handsome and well dressed, not old enough to be old. And in the opposite corner, the loud table: a group of eight friends, five men and three women, drinking, laughing and eating. 

Lena stood to go to the ladies room. As she rose up awkwardly in the skirt, John took her hand. When she turned to him he pulled her down for a kiss. She kind of half-crouched so her ass wouldn't pop out of her skirt. He gave her a peck, and said, "On your way back, I want you to flash me." She flushed, stammered, and he released her. She walked unsteadily to the ladies room, eyes darting around the room, just knowing that everyone knew what she was planning to do. She flushed with embarrassment and hurried her step, then felt suddenly foolish, catching herself being ridiculous. Of course they couldn't know what she was going to do!

She half squatted over the bowl (she never sat -- ugh!) and thought about what she was going to do, how she would flash John. When she first came out? As she sat? On the walk to the table? She realized she wasn't peeing and stood, getting uncomfortable. What the hell was she so worked up about, she thought. She'd flashed in public before! This was no big deal, this little restaurant!

Or was it?

She flushed for effect and came out of the stall. She looked around the room to insure she was alone, then approached the sink to look in the mirror. She smoothed her skirt (if had bunched a little from trying to pee) and looked at herself, took a deep breath. She realized that she was nervous because there were not enough people here; she wasn't an anonymous person in a crowd, like a the mall, there was no way they wouldn't see her. When she'd walked in here she had been the only thing moving in the room, she was sure that every eye followed her. They'd be watching as she walked back, and they would see...

And?

And they'd see, she told herself.

So?

And she didn't have an answer. So what? So what if they saw her flash John. Half of them would not believe what their eyes showed them, they'd think they imagined it. Some would be astounded, some amazed or intrigued. Some jealous, she thought, admiring how good she looked. When the hottest chick in the place lifts her skirt and flashes some pussy, you better believe that the plain girls go home jealous!

She glanced at the door, insuring she was alone, then back at her image. She touched the hem of her skirt and nonchalantly lifted it and dropped it, as though she'd done nothing. Not enough. Another glance at the door, and she bunched the skirt and pulled it up, got a good look at her pussy, and dropped it. That was the move she needed, she hoped she could do it walking. 

She was a little anxious now, kind of looking forward to the excitement, the danger? Would everyone be talking about her the rest of the night? Would the men pretend to their partners that they hadn't seen anything, all the while suppressing boners? John would get hard, she knew. What man wouldn't? Maybe, she fantasized, they'd all surround her table and line up to fuck her while John watched ...

She lifted the front of her skirt again, entranced by the mental image of herself, on her back, men crowded around, fucking and sucking ... she looked at her bare pussy in the mirror. With her other hand she touched it, felt the wetness of her excitement, and was so distracted that she jumped when the door suddenly opened. She hurriedly pulled her hand away, smoothing her skirt down and pretending to act normal before glancing at the door. The three young girls from the group of friends were coming in, the trailing two engaged in conversation, but the one in the lead was looking intently at Lena. Lena looked back, their eyes met, and Lena knew that the girl had seen her, but she could tell that the girl wasn't sure what she'd seen. Lena pretended to wash her hands, dried them, and walked out, disturbed by the fact the girl had seen her, but oddly, realized her excitement didn't dim at all.

She walked up the hallway, entering the main room, and started for their table. She saw John look up at her, and as if on cue, with her eyes locked on his, she lifted the front of her skirt for him to see her shaved pussy in all its glory. She counted three steps before releasing it, acting as though nothing had occurred, and smiled as she approached the table. She resumed her seat.

Her pussy was singing, she was so excited! 

John leaned over the kiss her. She smiled at him, and he whispered to her, "That was very, very good. You are the most beautiful woman here, but more importantly, I love you."

She whispered back, "That's great, honey, but I am so excited right now that I need you to fuck me, and I mean now." She dropped her head, and looked up at him from lidded eyes, speaking now in a hoarse whisper. "My pussy is so wet I think I might cum right in my chair!"

She stopped suddenly, as the appetizers arrived. The waiter placed them carefully, took their empty glasses away for refills. They both acted naturally, thanking him, smiling. When he left, she exhaled and relaxed. "Damn, it's hard to carry on a conversation when all I can think about is your dick!" She was trying hard not to squirm, and not succeeding.

"Try to think about the food," John said, grinning. He took a bite, chewed, still grinning. "Never mind," he quipped, "it doesn't help. I'm so distracted I can't even taste it!"

They talked in hushed whispers while they picked at their food, avoiding looking around the room. Each confessed how excited they were, how horny they were. Each tried to make the other one more aroused by describing how badly they wanted sex. Dinner progressed awkwardly. Finally she crossed the line after the waiter took the appetizer dishes away, almost untouched. 

"John, I swear that if I don't get some sex soon I'm going to have to take care of it myself."

He stopped talking, then leaned to her, "OK."

"OK what? We're going to have sex?"

"No. I want you to take care of it yourself." She looked at him, not comprehending for a second. Then she nodded.

"I got you. I'll just go to the ladies room, and --"

"No. Here." He took her wrist, gently, and stopped her from getting up. "Here, at the table. I want you to take care of it." He held her wrist, firmly, and moved her hand to her lap, below the table. "I want you to play with yourself here, at the table." He was leaning close to her, she could feel his breath on her ear as she spoke, and her spine tingled to the base. "I want you to touch yourself, touch your hot pussy, all wet and steamy, and play with your little clit." She couldn't move her hand, even though he had released her wrist, but she didn't pull it from her lap either. "You see the other tables; see how the tablecloths hang, how they cover everyone. No one will see you, no one will know but us." He kissed her lightly on the cheek, then sat back up, leaning back in his chair. "We'll keep talking, like normal. Anyone looking over will see us having a conversation, like this." Then he leaned back to her, "but they won't know that your fingers are playing with your pussy, rubbing yourself, making yourself cum right here at the table." He sat back again. 

She watched her left hand, still on the table, playing with her napkin. She took a sip of her drink, then played with the napkin again. And her right hand, below the table, began to move. She adjusted her legs, trying to maintain a natural posture, as her fingers crept between her legs, under her skirt.

Her left hand gripped the napkin as her fingertips touched her labia, just brushing the sensitive aroused flesh. She teased them lightly, feeling them respond, feeling the rush of fluid as her entire pussy twitched at the stimulation. He fingers drifted up to the top of her slit, dancing, teasing; circling her clit, then touching the hood that covered her little button. She fought not to gasp as the impulse shot through her. She glanced around the room, then spoke, probably too loudly.

"So, how is the woodwork going?" she asked, sounding false to her own ears, as she slipped a finger between her labia, feeling the moisture. "Did you get that new tool?" She realized too late that her question sounded sexual, at least to her. He picked up on it, and grinned as he pretended to answer seriously.

"You know, I know you were concerned about my tool, but I decided that there was nothing wrong with the one I had." Her finger slipped in, fluid rushed out, and she slid the wet digit to the top of her slit. "I figured out that if I used my old tool the right way, I'd be able to do anything I wanted to with it." She flicked her clit with the slippery finger. "I've actually had better results now that I'm using it more." She grinned at him, and pressed her clit, clenching her legs, then returning her finger to her wet slit to play there again. "But let me tell you about the wood I got the other day!" He took a sip of his drink, smirking at her. She was struggling to hold still, she wanted to shout, to scream and pant, and she wanted to cum. Her finger was alternating; wiggling inside her, then moving to her clit, slick with her moisture. "Remember that wood you gave me for my birthday last year. It was wood like that. And now that I'm getting better use of the tool, well, let me tell you, I can do some amazing things with that wood!" She felt her orgasm building, and then suddenly the waiter approached the table with their dinner.

As the dishes were placed, she stood suddenly, and strode on unsteady legs back to the ladies room. Her body was a rush of sensation, and she knew she must look flustered and flushed; she felt it, and knew that everyone could see it on her, and she didn't care, didn't care and then she was inside, and closing the door of the stall, and she stood there, and her hands were back at her sex and she was rubbing herself furiously with one hand as the other pushed two fingers into her hole, and she stood, fucking herself, rubbing her clit, and her orgasm crashed onto her, standing in the bathroom stall. Her knees trembled, and she almost collapsed, the hand fucking her pulled out, and steadied her against the wall of the stall as she shuddered through her climax. She was suddenly aware of how loudly she was panting in the stall, and stopped, wondering too late if there was anyone else in with her. Her hand covered her mouth, and she smelled her musky scent, breathing through her nose now as her orgasm passed and receded. 

Her legs were still weak, and she suddenly had to pee again (remembering last time, when she was too nervous). She stood in front of the bowl, skirt still pulled way up. She stepped slightly forward, straddling the bowl, and peed, standing, her hips pushed forward and one hand holding her lips spread so that she got a solid stream. As she finished, she heard the sound she had been dreading.

A cough from another stall! Done peeing, she tried to be quiet, knowing full well that it was too late. She stood still, listening as she heard clothes rustling, then a flush; a stall door opened and water ran. It seemed to take forever. She wondered if she could see through the crack in the door, but she still had her back to it, and was afraid to move. The water turned off, the towels were pulled. She wondered then if the other woman had noticed that Lena's feet were facing the wrong way, and she flushed with embarrassment. Finally she heard footsteps, and the door opening, and closing. She waited a few seconds, then exhaled, flushed and came out of the stall, smoothing her skirt.

And she turned to see the young girl from the group, the same one that came in on her in front of the mirror, standing next to the door, waiting, arms crossed. She stumbled and stammered as their eyes met. She tried to talk without knowing why, but only stuttering sounds came out. The girl looked her straight in the eye, smiled a knowing smile at Lena and turned to leave for real this time. Lena noticed the girl's nipples were hard as her arms moved away, and she pulled the door open and exited.

Lena washed her hands and tried to convince herself that the girl had no idea that she had fingered herself in the stall. By the time she was drying her hands and leaving, she half believed that the girl maybe suspected something odd, but had no idea what Lena had done. But deep inside she knew that the girl knew everything. 

As she returned to the table she saw John paying the bill, the food in "to go" containers. He stood as she reached him, said "Let's go," and slipped an arm around her waist, lightly, and kissed her on the cheek. She took her purse and they headed for the car. 

"I told them you weren't feeling well," he said as they exited, "and asked them to pack the food." He held the restaurant door, and they stepped into the warm evening air. "Once I assured then that it had nothing to do with the food, they were more than helpful." They walked to the truck, which was parked alone, near the wooded area next to the parking lot. John put the food in the back seat, and went around the truck to open Lena's door. As they passed the back of the truck, with the car between them and the restaurant and the woods behind them, Lena grabbed him, spun him around and kissed him deeply, a sexy wet kiss; and John returned it lustily. She pushed him up against the truck, and she felt his hand creeping up her thigh to her bare ass, firmly grasping her butt cheek, squeezing it. His other hand was suddenly on her chest, groping her breast through the bra. She had both her hands at his face as they kissed and he felt her up. She pushed her pelvis forward, rubbing against him, feeling his hardness in his pants, wanting him, moaning her desire through the kiss. 

She rammed her tongue into his mouth as her hands explored his body, rubbing his shoulders and chest, around his back, grabbing his ass, rubbing his leg. She draped one arm around his neck as she began kissing his chin, his throat, running her tongue into his ear. Her other hand wedged between them and went for his crotch, finding his stiff member in his pants, grabbing it through the cloth. She heard him moan and she squeezed the head, and felt his fingers behind her ass creeping up into her wet pussy. She was panting with excitement, she wanted his dick inside her, wanted him to fuck her hard, to pound her pussy until she came. She wanted her pussy filled with his cum, wanted to hear him shout and feel his body tense and shudder as he pumped his load into her. Her arm came off his neck, and she worked his fly down, got a hand into his underwear and pulled out his hard rod, stroking it. 

"Oh, yeah, that's what I want, I want this hard cock in me. I want to be fucked good and hard." She was stroking it smoothly, then squeezing a little harder near the head. His fingers were in her pussy now, fucking her, pinching and teasing her clit. She pushed him against the back of the truck and lifted her leg so her foot was on the bumper. She pushed her pussy at him, grabbing his dick and pointing the head at her wet hole. She rubbed the tip up and down her slit, wetting it, rubbing her clit; she lowered herself onto it in a single motion, she was so wet he slipped fight in! 

She groaned loudly as she felt it penetrate her; she felt him push up into her, filling her, felt his pelvis mash against her clit, and her chest constricted with pleasure. His hands were on her ass now, and under it, pulling her into him, and she lost herself in the manhandling she was getting. She felt herself pulled in, smashing into his cock; she started panting and grunting with each thrust. Suddenly his hands clenched on her ass; she thought he might be coming, but he lifted her, she felt her other foot leave the ground and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. And impaled on his stiff dick, he lifted and carried her to the side, and opened the passenger door. 

He opened the door, turned, and sat her on the edge of the seat. When she started to move back to make room for him, he pulled her back to the edge. With the door open and the dome light on, he opened his pants, let them drop to his ankles and resumed his vigorous fucking. She resumed her ecstasy. She lay back, letting him fuck her, then sat back up, so she could push back against him. As she did, something in her peripheral vision caught her eye; motion at the rear of the truck. John kept fucking her as she turned to see the girl from the ladies room step from the shadows behind the truck! 




Lena's New Life Ch. 13



Lena looked at her, caught her eye. The girl was hesitant and unsure and took tentative steps towards them. Lena smiled at her over John's shoulder, and then tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. He looked at Lena; she motioned behind him, saying, "We have an audience," and he turned to see the girl standing there. She had stopped several steps away. Lena could see now that she wasn't a girl; she was at least twenty-five. She motioned to her to come closer, but the girl shook her head. She seemed a little more comfortable, and she said, "I want to watch."

Lena looked at John and jerked her hips at him, restarting his motor, and he began fucking her again. Lena reveled in the feeling, the motion of his hard shaft pumping in and out of her wet pussy. She felt her orgasm building now, excited to be fucking, thrilled with the danger of doing it in public, and feeling so dirty having a stranger standing a few feet away watching her get fucked. She looked at the girl, who was staring between Lena's legs, watching John slide his tool in and out; she was staring, repeating under her breath, "So hot, so hot, so fucking hot." As Lena watched her the girl unsnapped her own jeans and jammed a hand down the front of her pants. Holy shit, she's fucking frigging her pussy while she watches us fuck! And it was too much, and Lena's orgasm exploded as John rammed her, and Lena was screaming, and cumming, and her fluids gushed out as the spasms clenched her vaginal muscles, grasping his cock, tightening, and making him cum. She felt his legs stiffen, and tremble as he gasped, and she felt the sticky wetness spread into her, spilling out the sides, and she heard another voice, a higher pitch, and turned to see the girl, shoulders hunched, arm stiff down the front of her pants, mouth open, enjoying her own orgasm watching John fill Lena's pussy with cum.

After a few minutes, John pulled out, and the girl moved, quick as a cat; Lena was too slow to stop the girl from dropping to her knees and sucking his dick, licking it clean of all their combined cum. She stood then, snapped her pants, and said, "My name's Terri. I can't thank you both enough. You are the hottest, sexiest people I have ever met!" She kissed John on the cheek, and turned to Lena, saying, "Thank you," softly as she took Lena's hands and kissed her lightly on the lips. Lena was a little hesitant, as she was still laying there with her dress up, her pussy dripping cum. Terri pulled back, turned and started away. She stopped suddenly as Lena stood, feeling the cum dripping down her leg. Terri turned to face Lena. 

"Do you have a cell?"

"Sure. You need to borrow it?" Lena offered it to her.

"Thanks." Terri took it, punched numbers. Then she looked up, and handed it back. "Call me tomorrow," she said, and turned away into the night. 

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Lena looked at the phone. 'Terri Tease' and a number glowed up at her.

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"So," John asked, heading home, "are you gonna call her?"



Lena's New Life Ch. 14



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the setup. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this tale, and for voting and leaving civil comments.

There is very little actual sex in this chapter. Lots of thinking and talking. You have been warned

Note: in the original version of this chapter, Lena's mental musings were in italics. I have changed them here to be in parentheses; I hope the reading isn't too awkward.

TMIMH

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SS Episode 12 About Last Night

02-24-2006

At breakfast she asked about Terri.

Waking up, in the shower, making coffee, getting dressed; she could not get her mind off last night. She ran it over and over in her head, enjoying the memory, except for that one part. Not the flashing, although that was the first time she had shown her pussy in public where she was certain to be noticed. Not playing with herself at the table; it was another 'new ground' event, and frankly, was very hot and she was looking forward to doing it again. Maybe going further, all the way, making herself cum at the table. (Maybe while the waiter is there, watching her cum, and then he fucks her on the table while John puts his dick in my mouth, and a crowd gathers ...) Not the masturbating in the ladies room, making herself cum; that was out of control hot, and a massive orgasm, and she would do it again in a heartbeat. Certainly not fucking John at the car; that was over the top! Another 'new ground' experience, sure, and too fucking wild, she couldn't wait for that again, right out there in the open, all wet and hard ... nope, most of last night was one hundred percent fabulous, it made her wet just recalling it; the excitement, the thrill, the aroused feeling, the teasing and stimulation. Very hot. Plus she had that image in her head, that fantasy from the restaurant. When she was talking herself into flashing him, she'd thought of all the men in the room getting aroused ... (and they all approached her table, pulled her out of her chair, and John watched as they all fuck her, over and over, non-stop ...)That was the effect she'd had on John, for sure, and he had fucked her good.

And honestly, she was pretty hot about the girl watching them. They'd had public sex before, and an audience, but never so close, so intimate. They had been an intimate audience once, but never had one. The way she watched, the hungry horny look on her face as she rubbed herself to an orgasm, right in front of them as she watched ... yeah, oo-ooh, yeah, very hot! She knew that she and John were a hot couple. Hot enough to get Terri to cum (Hot enough to get all those men to fuck her, fill her with cum, all over her pussy and face, filling her) right in front of them.

No, there was one thing preventing her from letting go and relishing the memory of last night, one detail in the way.

"Last night," she started, unsure. Why was this such a stumbling block for her? It was hot when it happened, very sexy, very dirty. But thinking about it got her all confused. She had to talk it out, and soon. "Last night, that girl,"

"Terri." He finished her sentence. A little annoying most of the time, but helpful now.

"Yes, Terri. She, um,"

"She watched us fuck!" He leered. Not helpful.

"Yes." Deep breath. "Yes, and then she sucked your dick." There. It was out!

"She sure did."

Lena didn't know how to proceed because, honestly, she didn't know why it was bothering her. She pictured it in her head, Terri dropping to her knees, sucking John's dick. She repeated herself.

"She sucked you. Your dick."

John could see her struggling, and took her hands, holding them close to his chest. "Yes, dear, she did suck my dick right after I finished fucking you." He pulled her close to him, kissed her. "You were so very, very sexy; so hot, I had to fuck you right in the parking lot, I couldn't stop myself." He kissed her forehead, then pulled her head to his chest, holding her, kissing the top of her head, smelling her hair. "I love you so much, and you turn me on so much, and you make me want you so bad." His hand rubbed down her back. Her cares were melting away. "You are so hot, you made every man in the restaurant horny," (a group of men, dicks out, circling her, surrounding her, covering her in cum...) "and at least one of the women!" He took her shoulders and pulled her away, and looked into her eyes, a look of concern on his face. "Are you OK?"

"I don't know. I think I am; I'm pretty sure I am."

"You think you might not be OK?

"No, no, of course not, there's nothing wrong, there's nothing serious; I'm not sick or anything." She stared into his eyes, trying to see the thing that was bothering her, wondering if she would recognize it if it was there. 

"You seem preoccupied. You got something on your mind, Lena?" Any other time she'd think that was a sexual question, but he was so in tune to her. He knew she needed to talk, and he was drawing her out. She loved him all over again for this, for understanding that she had a need to be needy right now, and he was going to go down that road, and help her find it. "What's up, honey? Something about that girl got you spooked?"

She sighed her frustration and looked at him. She wanted so much to just enjoy the sex. "Not spooked, not that. It's, well ... I don't know. I don't know what I am."

"You're a hot sexy woman and the slut of my life- I mean, love of my life!" he joked. But only half joking. 

"That's not what I mean," she sneered, joking back, "but thanks. For the sexy part. And the love part." She held his hands and pulled him down, so that he sat across from her. She didn't let go of his hands. "And I guess the slut part, too! As long as I'm your slut!" She smiled, and he smiled back, but she could tell that he knew she needed to be serious. She felt her love for him well up in her. And she knew by his care and concern that he felt the same.

"Here's the thing, I think," she began, "maybe you can help me sort it out." Her hands clasped his in her lap, and she looked into his eyes as she spoke. "You know that I am thoroughly enjoying our sex adventures. I have told you several times already how much I love you for allowing me to experience so much new and exciting, so many things. It is a thrill ride every day, and everything we do makes me love you more. I am so glad that I can share myself sexually with you, so completely now, and I love how turned on I make you. And me!" She smiled at him. "Actually, I'm getting a little charged up just talking about it!" She shook her head. "Later. Now I need to tell you -- oh, what you have made me into! I love sex so much that conversations about it get me all steamy!" She smiled sheepishly, looked at him, listening patiently. "Anyway, the sex is great, all of it, and all I want is to keep on doing it with you, always. I want more and more, and new and exciting. You have awakened feelings and desires in me that I didn't know I was capable of, that I never knew existed. And I love it, and want it. I want to know more about me, about what I desire and want, what I enjoy and how it feels, and seeing you enjoy it; and giving you pleasure in all ways and forms." She took a deep breath. "You have fantasies, right?" 

"Of course, Lena. Everyone does."

"I know. Last night I had one."

"When you were sleeping?"

"No silly, that's a dream. No, at the restaurant." She still held his hands, her nervous fingers fidgeted with his. "When I was getting ready to come out and flash you, I had an image. An image of a fantasy I have." She struggled, looked up at his face, her fingers gripping his strong hands. She saw again the concern and interest in his face, and loved him. "A mental image (covered in cum, fucked by cock after cock after cock without end, orgasm after orgasm, her face, her tits) of a fantasy." She was stuck. She looked at him pleading with her eyes, and he saw it.

"I have plenty of fantasies. I'll tell you some of mine, and then you tell me - no, I'll just keep talking until you feel ready, then you stop me. OK?" She nodded. "OK, I have a fantasy where we are all dressed up and go out to dinner or a party, and you tell me you want me to lick your pussy, and we find a place to go, and you just lift up your dress and I lick you until you cum. And we go back to the party." He waited. "I have another one where you hold my dick at your mouth and let me watch my cum shoot onto your tongue, and fill your mouth."

"We've done that."

"And I can't wait to do it again. I fantasize about anal sex, a lot. Licking each other, fingers in asses, and finally hearing you say 'I want you to fuck me in the ass', and we do it. But my ultimate fantasy, my number one, I think I have already told you about. You know what it is. You remember?" He looked at her, but she didn't -- but she remembered as soon as he said it. "The sexual fantasy that gets me more excited than anything else is," he now held her hands, "whatever gets you excited." She smiled, and he smiled at her. "A couple of times in the past weeks I have experienced my fantasy, seeing you get completely hot and do things you've never done before. The hotter you get, the more you lose control and let go of yourself, the hotter it is for me."

"A gang bang," she blurted, "I pictured a gang bang in my head last night." Now, started, she felt words pouring out of her. "Not just a second guy fantasy, like one in my mouth and one in my pussy, like Mimi did on the beach, but one after the other, on and on ..." Her mouth was dry; she tried to swallow and couldn't. "In my fantasy I imagine, like, you know, another guy, you and another guy, and sometimes just two other guys.

"Sure. And I fantasize about you and another girl."

"Not the same. In mine, you and the other guy don't go down on each other." He grinned. She grinned back, but had to finish. "Its not that I haven't fantasized about more than one cock before, but last night...it was different from my fantasy." She took a breath and let it out. "So last night as I'm about to come out and flash you, I think that everyone in the restaurant will see me (circled around me, hard cocks, jammed into my mouth, my pussy, never enough, shooting, cumming, soaking me) and get turned on and I had a mental picture (fuck me, fill me with cum, fuck my filled pussy, fill me again, use me, fill me with cum, make me eat it, swallow it, cover me, just don't stop fucking me) of all the men coming to our table, and stripping me, and laying me on the table and fucking me, one after the other, over and over, while you watched me." 

"And it scared you?"

"Hell no, it turned me on so much I masturbated under the table, remember? And when the waiter brought the food I went to the ladies room and finished the job!"

His mouth opened, then closed. "I thought you had to pee?"

"I did, and I did pee, after I came like a fucking explosion!" She grinned again. She was holding his wrists and forearms now. "I can't get the image out of my head now, of me, guys all around me, cumming all in me and on me, in my pussy and my mouth, just fucking me without stop." She shook her head. "It's like I'm fixated."

"You want to do that?"

"No! I mean no, it's not something I need to do. I don't know. It makes me hot to imagine it, to think about it, but I don't know if I could ever ... I can't even believe ... " she released his hands, and covered her face with them. "I can't believe I could even consider something like that!" She pressed her face tight into her hands, exhaled, and dropped her hands back to her lap, where his hands still waited. "But it makes me so horny. Right now, just talking about it I'm so fucking horny I want to cum." 

"This is what was bothering you? Your fantasy got out of your control? And now you're afraid that you might do it?"

"Well ..."

"Would you do it?"

"I don't think so ..."

"But it's hot to think about, right?" He was leering, and she saw his pants growing. 

"Oh, dear god, yes, my pussy is so wet right now just thinking about it. But doesn't it bother you?"

"That your pussy is wet? Or that you keep looking at the bulge in my crotch?"

"No, you idiot. Does it bother you that thinking about sex with other men gets me hot?

"You remember my greatest fantasy?" She remembered. "Nothing gets me more excited than YOU getting excited. If this excites you, I'm for it."

"What if I wanted to actually DO it?"

"What, get gang-banged?"

"Not necessarily. What if I just wanted other men to fuck me. Maybe a gang bang (smothered in cum, passing out from orgasms, fucking my pussy, my mouth, in my ass, cum everywhere, still they fuck me and fuck me and fuck me) but I don't think so. But doesn't the idea of my having sex with someone else bother you?"

"ARE you having sex with someone else?"

"If I was, would it bother you?"

"I'll tell you what would bother me. It would bother me if you had an affair. If I thought you loved someone else, or were letting someone else come between us."

"But sex is ok?"

"Only if WE are ok. If sex with someone else interferes or interrupts OUR sex, that would be no good. Or if it was emotional sex, as I said, also no good." He held her hands again, firmly, looking directly into her eyes. "That time, on the beach? Mimi touched your pussy, she made you cum. Sorry to break the news, but that WAS sex with another person."

"You were there, we were together," she countered.

"Listen, Lena, I love you, and what you want, I want. If it makes you happy and doesn't hurt us, it doesn't hurt me. And," he said, slowly, so that she heard every word precisely, "if it makes you hot, it makes ME hot." His eyes were drilling into her. "Got it?" 

She nodded, gulped, and exhaled. "Thank you." Her shoulders slumped in relief. "I needed to hear that."

"So you can get gang banged?" he joked. "Or just to feel better about fantasizing about it?"

"Neither. To feel better about calling Terri."

"Huh?" A look of surprise crossed his face. She had lost him.

"You remember Terri? Last night? She sucked your dick? Right after you fucked me?"

"Yes, course, but what does she have to do with all of this?"

"I had to know if I was fucked up. I had to hear you say that seeing me get pleasure from another person wouldn't freak you out." She released his hands, smiling, and exhilaration spread through her, a huge release. She cupped his face in her hands gently. "Last night we were so horny, and the sex was so exciting, so hot. You fucked me, made me cum, and then you came. We were so hot we made her cum, too!" She kissed him. "And when you pulled out of me she sucked your dick. And it was so fucking raunchy and slutty and hot, I was getting off just watching it."

"So?"

"So, you big dummy, I have not had sex with anyone but you since long before we were married!" She was smiling so big it almost hurt. Damn, she loved him! She started kissing his face lightly as she spoke. "I assume you haven't either."

"You know I haven't!"

"I know; I love you." She stopped kissing him, held his head still and looked deep into his eyes. "I didn't know why I didn't hate you for letting her suck you. I thought I was supposed to be furious at you, and her. And I wasn't. I was turned on seeing your dick in another woman's mouth. It was making me crazy. That's why the gang-bang fantasy was so disturbing. It excited me, just like seeing her suck our cum off your dick." She was relaxing now, and starting talking dirty. "But the fantasy was just that, a fantasy, and that girl really had your sloppy dick in her mouth, m-mm it was so hot. But I was having trouble enjoying it, until you cleared it up for me." She was reaching for his pants, pulling his zipper down. 

"I did?"

"Sure," she said, reaching into his fly. "It's good to get hot, as long as nothing hurts US, as long as it's just pleasure." She grasped his cock, pulled it out, and began stroking him. She thought she'd play a little with his mind, tease him. "M-mm, maybe I can't wait to have all those guys fuck me (over and over, filled with cum, squirting out, fucked hard, again, again, mouth full of cock and cum, covered, a total fuck slut covered in cum, fucked and fucked and fucked) while you watch me. It'll be exciting having someone other than you touch me."

"You let that woman on the beach touch your pussy."

"That was different." She brought her head down and slipped his dick into her mouth.

"I don't see how, but I'll let it slide." 

She took her mouth off, saying, "After I blow you, I think I'll call Terri. Maybe we can get a threesome!"



Lena's New Life Ch. 15



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. Civil comments always welcome.

I had a difficult time placing this story in a group. Ended in LW because they are married, and she has sex with her husband. But that's not the story. 

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The next day she did call Terri, but only got her voicemail. She left a tentative message and her number.

Terri called back that evening, but Lena missed it.

It was two days before they stopped playing phone tag, and they chatted a little, but Lena wasn't sure she was comfortable. As she was deciding to end the call Terri invited her out to lunch. It was still mid-morning, and there was plenty of time to get ready. They decided on a place to meet, and hung up.

An hour and a half later Lena was sitting in a restaurant as she saw Terri get out of her car and approach the entrance. Like the last time she'd seen her, Lena's first impression was of a much younger girl than Terri was (she thought). She sipped an iced tea as she watched the girl enter, look around, and her face brightened as she spotted Lena. She walked towards her, full of energy, smiling broadly. When she reached the table she said hello, and gave Lena a small kiss on the cheek, her hand on Lena's shoulder. She sat, and they chatted.

She was twenty-seven, not twenty-five, and yes, she knew people got the impression that she was barely twenty. Lena first told her she was 'slightly older', then blurted out her age, and told Terri how much she was going to love hearing 'you look much younger' once she got past thirty, and they laughed. Terri said Lena looked great; that she must take really good care of herself. They ordered wine and some salads. They complimented each other's clothes, and hair, and shoes and bags. 

They sipped their wine, and asked about each other. Lena talked about the non-profit she was volunteering at. Terri said she was a financial advisor, a good one, so she worked only a few days a week, mostly from a home office. They talked about school, and families, and growing up. Terri asked about John, and Lena told her he was fine, and what he did, and described the type of man he was, as husband, and companion. Lena asked if Terri had a boyfriend. 

"Not the way you probably mean," she replied, smirking into her wine glass. She put it down with a grin, but did not speak. Lena struggled for a response when Terri suddenly resumed speaking, defusing the awkward silence.

"I date a lot. I don't have a steady boyfriend or lover right now, anyone I am considering settling down with. I have had some long-term relationships in the past, but I have always ended them. I just am not ready to think about settling down, and I haven't found the guy who is ready to accept, uh, 'all of me', so to speak." Lena waited, and Terri continued.

"I have a little bit of a wild side," she grinned, "as you already know. Most of the guys I have dated never see that. I said I date a lot, but I don't have sex a lot." She sipped, held up her hand to correct herself. "Scratch that -- I have a lot of sex, but not as part of dating. Guys I date get what dates get: get to know ya, etc. They don't see the wild girl." 

"Of the longer-term relationships I've had, most of those guys have seen the wild Terri. Most liked it, at first, but after a while they decided they were looking for something else. Something, I dunno." Sip. "Safer, maybe? More secure? Or more in charge ..."

She seemed to want to keep talking, so Lena let her. She had no idea what the girl would say next. But she remembered in the back of her mind, that night, and how comfortable Terri had seemed with a situation that would shock most people. She raised her fingers, and the waiter brought more wine. As she listened, she took the silent opportunity to really see her in some detail.

"Y'see, I started having sex in High School. I guess that doesn't make me all that special. But I wasn't like the other girls. My boyfriend didn't talk me into it, and the other girls didn't pressure me into it. I wanted it, I liked it. I needed it. So I did it. A lot. Not with classmates, of course. I had seen other kids get destroyed in school for a lot less than being a little, uh, 'loose' with the boys. I had some sex with guys I dated, like all the other girls. But I got what I needed elsewhere." Sip. "I had an older cousin, a boy cousin, we were pretty close. I met his friends. We hung out, even though his friends were older. When I needed to get, y'know, a little more than the high school boys had, I went after them."

Terri was an easy smiler, Lena saw. She seemed to genuinely enjoy smiling, and did it a lot, giving the impression of being a thoroughly happy person, and comfortable with herself. She had medium brown hair, straight, that danced on her shoulders as she spoke with enthusiasm. Her eyes were brown and round, with full, shaped brows and short lashes. She wore a little eye shadow, giving her a mysterious look when she dropped her head and looked up at you. Her nose was straight and sexy, and her lips full. She was dressed fashionably in a buttoned blouse and denims, with a heeled boot. 

"Don't get the wrong idea, I wasn't molested or abused when I was young; I had a great childhood, with all the usual crap that everybody gets. But I masturbated early, and became comfortable with my sexual feelings, my desires. I found my g-spot when I was still in high school, and enjoyed massive orgasms, and squirting, while the other girls were still discussing second base." She chuckled. "I was an average student, but I was in the advanced class on sex. A lot of independent study." Laugh. "And as I grew, I just felt stronger desires, needs for sex, and I never understood what all the other kids were freakin' out about, all the who-did-who, you-know-what-she-did crap. So I learned to keep my activities away from them. I've gotten very good at living two lives, and keeping them separate. All through College, in business. And my dating and boyfriends." Sip. "When I'm with a guy long enough, and I feel I can trust him with my other side, he usually thinks it's cool at first, y'know, that I'm a little freaky and kinky. I'm wild. I do wild things, wild sexual things. Like I said, at first they enjoy it. But really it scares them. And then they have to go." Sip. "So I date, and occasionally have regular sex with guys I date, like other girls do. Regular. And I maintain the other side of me, separate." 

"You said squirting?" Lena found herself in a position of enraptured listener, giving an encouraging affirmation here and there, or asking a pointed detail. Other than that she was hanging on every word. 

"Squirting. Ejaculation, for girls. Never done it? Some people mistakenly think it's peeing, but I can tell you, it's not. It comes from the same place, but when you have an orgasm strong enough to make you squirt, you'll know it isn't pee!" Lena could feel the 'conversation over my head' look on her face and struggled to erase it. There had been a few references in her stories about female ejaculation, but she didn't know much about it. Lena spotted it, and laughed, but not ridiculing. Just happy, light. "If you've never seen it, or experienced it, I'll have to show you. Matter of fact, I'll show you, and then I'll show you." Smiling. "How to do it. You'll see. If you want to."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Don't be. I babble. I love talking, especially about sex. Even during sex, although I get a little more vulgar."

"I hear you. John got me started with the sex talk, and now it's such a turn on it really gets me off!"

"Yeah, right? It's not just saying, oh fuck me, it's more like expressing your lust in the most raunchy way, the most accurate way."

"Right. I learned to stop thinking 'I wish he was going faster and a little more forceful, and deeper, that would really stimulate me'," Lena said with a phony 'rich matron' voice. Then, in her real voice, in a hushed whisper, "Now I yell out, fuck me, pound me with that cock, fuck my pussy, make me cum!" They both laughed, and Lena felt a stirring between her legs. "Of course, it gets him off, too, and-"

"-and that gets you off! I know what you mean," Terri finished. She sipped, finished her wine, then switched to water. "I knew we had a lot in common that night. I could see it in your eyes. You guys don't do this stuff with your friends, either, right?"

"Well, we haven't been, uh, wild for very long." She related the highlights of her sexual awakening, but left out the detail of the Sex Slave arrangement. "So it's really only been a few months."

"Is that restaurant near your house?"

"Huh?"

"The restaurant, where we met. It's not near your house, is it? Where you live?"

"Uh, nope. 'bout a half hour away."

"Of course not. Same thing. You don't want someone to see you, someone you know who might not understand. Same as me. It's a good idea. You don't want your friends and neighbors talking about what they don't understand. Hey, speaking of friends, and the night we met; did you see the group I was with?" Lena nodded., Terri continued, leaning in like she was sharing a secret, but speaking in conversational terms. "I've done it with all of them." Lena felt her face flush, and Terri noticed, and continued, explaining. "Over the years, individually. Not all at once. Those are my real friends, not my sex friends. But I've done it with each of them at least once. And never if they were dating, or anything."

"You've had sex with all those guys?"

"With everyone at the table," she said, "the guys and the girls. Everyone." She grinned proudly. Lena's face betrayed her again. "What, are you going to freak out over the girl thing?" Lena felt herself blush, she didn't know why. "You must be kidding. You watched me finger myself while you fucked your husband, and I know that it got you off, seeing me." Her blush deepened. "And frankly, it was a toss of the coin whether I licked him or you that night!" She was grinning, and Lena felt she was getting amusement at her discomfort. Terri touched her hand and Lena stiffened, but stopped herself from pulling away. "Relax, Lena, I'm not putting the moves on you." She patted Lena's hand, then held it, and it was comforting, familiar; not seductive. Terri smiled again, and Lena felt more at ease. "I'm not trying to get into your pants," then joked, "not right now, anyway," then was serious again, but the 'happy' serious that seemed so easy for her. "I only mentioned it because it's part of me, and you make me comfortable enough to want to share who I am, and not keep secrets. Like I said before, I saw something in you that night; we are a lot alike. I know that you feel that connection, too." Lena felt herself nodding. "I told you that I have a wild side; I know that you do, too." 

Terri reached up and took Lena's other hand. "I feel the need to be completely honest with you, like it's important for me, for us, to be honest." She was only smiling a little now, and her eyes were serious, and they focused directly on Lena. "I have, at one time or another, had sex with every one of my guy and girl friends. None of them know about any of the others, although two of them are engaged now, and might compare notes one day." She stopped, and for the first time, Lena got the impression that Terri was not finding it easy to talk. "But that is not the wild part, not by a long shot." Lena had a quick impression that she was getting a confession, like an unfaithful lover confessing an affair.

"Please don't think less of me," she whispered, then took a deep breath, and continued. "I like all kinds of things, sexual things, and I have done a lot. Sex in public, dressing up, role playing, some bondage, some spanking. I like a lot of different stuff, and I try a lot of different things. But what I like the most, my really wild desires, is multiples." She seemed to relax a little after saying it, and she started talking more easily. More like before. "I don't care if it's two guys, or a group; I don't care if it's one after the other or all at once. I don't care if it's guys and girls, all guys, or even all girls, although I've only done that twice. Single sex partners are great, don't get me wrong. But when I want to indulge myself, I want more than one, and the more, the merrier. I've been in some situations that you might consider unusual," she grinned again, and Lena could see her relaxing, and felt the grasp on her hands soften, becoming less tense. "When I get into a pile of naked flesh, and I get completely absorbed in fucking and sucking, and it's all hands and mouths and cocks and cunts and asses and tits and ..." she grinned again, wickedly this time, and the images rekindled the stirring in Lena's crotch. The image of Terri with more than one guy, two, or three at once, and then the image changed, and it was Lena, and three men ... she squirmed a little. "Well, I don't know what you've done," Terri continued, "you've said that you and John have only been exploring for a little while, so --"

"I'm John's Sex Slave," Lena blurted, a little too loudly, before she even realized that she wanted to say it. She watched Terri's mouth hang open in mid-sentence. 

"You're what?"

Now it was Lena's turn to be flustered. She felt herself blushing as the words rushed out of her. "I apologize for holding back before, it wasn't right, you were telling me everything and I was avoiding, and I wanted to tell you," and the words came quickly, and she soon stopped blushing as she spoke and it was like someone else was talking for her. She told of the Slave deal, and of learning to masturbate, and the books and movies, and some of the things they'd done, and how much she had enjoyed them, and how they hardly ever used the slave command anymore because she wanted to do these things, couldn't wait to do them, and please don't be angry because I didn't tell you before, and a wave of relief and satisfaction swept through her and she saw the smile on Terri's face, and she felt one on her own face. 

Terri leaned over the table and hugged her, and gave her a small kiss on the cheek, but it felt a little different from other girl kisses. Maybe her hand stayed too long, or her lips lingered just a little more, she didn't know. It was tender, and real. They left the restaurant, and went to Terri's house. They talked all afternoon. Terri had more wine, Lena stayed with water, because she had to drive. They talked more of friends, and of lovers. Lena told about the Spa, and the Island. Terri spoke of getting doubled, and tripled. She spoke about her first encounter with a couple; Lena told of the drunk encounter on the beach, and allowing the other woman to touch her. During the discussions Lena got a little heated, and hoped Terri wasn't noticing as she squirmed and flushed. She was wet, and was looking forward to getting home to jump John's bones. She'd need some hot fucking soon!

A few hours later Lena was leaving. Terri walked her to the door. "I am so glad we got together, we have to go out soon."

"That'd be great," Lena agreed.

"What are you two doing this weekend?"

"Nothing I know of."

"We should go out, the three of us, get some drinks, dance, something."

"That sounds great, I'd like that." Lena paused. "Thanks for everything, Terri. I'm glad we met."

"Me, too." 

They girl kissed, cheeks, but again Lena felt ... what? Did Terri's hand stay on her shoulder just a little too long? Or was Lena imagining it the difference? Did she want it to be something else?

"Are we set for Friday?" Terri asked.

"I'll call you after I get home, and check with John."

"You mean fuck with John, don't you?" Surprised, Lena was momentarily speechless. Terri continued, touching Lena' upper arm. "You think I didn't see you squirming and rubbing your legs together? Hell, I was doing it, too! Maybe you were so busy, you didn't notice!" She reached out suddenly, and hugged Lena, holding her, not letting go. Lena heard a hoarse whisper in her ear, the words pouring out quickly. "I want you to go home and find out about Friday night. Then I want you to totally fuck his brains out." She heard, felt, Terri take a breath, still holding her close. "Then I want you to call me, right after, as soon as you finish." She released Lena from the embrace, and Lena felt a rush sweep through her, a wave of lust and desire. Lena kissed her cheek, and headed for the car. 

On the ride home she thought about Terri's stories, and about Terri, and how easy it was to like her. She was like a bright light, a fire. The images from Terri's stories, and Lena's thoughts of John found her driving home with her fingers between her legs. She was playing with herself all the way home. At first she pulled them away every time a higher car or SUV went by, but by halfway she wasn't bothering anymore. She rubbed as she drove, and before she got home she'd had two small orgasms. Her panties were soaked, and she thought she could feel the wetness soaking through her pants. She needed John's dick in her, now, and as she neared the house, she almost panicked -- what if he wasn't home yet? Relief flooded her as she saw his car in the driveway, and she parked and ran into the house. 

John was in the den sitting with his feet up on the ottoman. She walked to him, flushed, her chest tight with excitement. Electrical impulses surged through her, and her nipples were so hard she could feel them rubbing inside her bra. Her pussy was soaked and she could feel the stimulation on her clit when she walked. She walked up to him, undid her pants, and said, "I fingered myself all the way home. I am so hot I'm going to explode. I need you to fuck me, now; hard and long and hot!" She pulled her pants and panties down, feeling the cool air on the wetness now on her thighs and ass. She looked up to see John not moving, but smiling, his crotch swelling approvingly.

"Really," he said.

"Yes, really," she confirmed, slipping off her shoes and stepping out of her pants and panties. She stood in front of him, unbuttoned her blouse and undid the front clasp of her bra. "Please, fuck me, I need it now." One of her hands went to her breasts, caressing and squeezing her nipple; the other hand was back in place between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy, naked now, and the stimulation was hotter, flesh touching flesh. She felt her fingertips dipping into the wetness between her lips, sliding up her slit to the hard button of her clit. She inhaled sharply as her finger found her clit, touching it lightly as her other hand pinched her nipple, hard. She moaned. "Please John, please get your pants off and fuck me please, now."

"Tell me what you want, how much you want it."

Lena's overheated brain shut down as her lust took over. "I need your cock in my wet pussy, now." She felt her fingers slipping inside her hole. "I need that hard cock in my pussy, pounding me, filling me with hot meat." She felt the juices flooding out, covering her fingers. "Please I'm so wet for your cock I need you to fuck me now hard please I'm so fucking wet and hot," the words tumbled out of her, the hand at her breast replacing the one at her pussy, as she raised the slick fingers to her mouth, licking her nectar from her fingertips, then closing her eyes and moaning as she sucked them into her mouth like a wet cock, tasting her own excitement. 




Lena's New Life Ch. 15



The sound of movement reopened her eyes, and she saw John pulling his clothes off, and then he was standing, naked; hard shaft jutting out from his body, and her pussy clenched at the sight of it. She reached for him but he grabbed her, turned her around and pushed her down, bending her over the ottoman. Her ass in the air, her breasts pressed into the leather, her hands and knees barely touching the floor. She felt him at her pussy, the head of his dick rubbed at her opening, and then he was in her, completely, she felt his balls slap against her lips as she had a giant orgasm, and she screamed in pleasure and release. He was shouting. 

"Yeah, cum for me, cum on my dick, soak my cock with cum you hot sexy fuck, cum on me baby," and her body shook as the flood rushed through her. She felt her juices gush, and John was really pounding now, full strokes into her, all the way in; he would pull all the way out and then slam back in until his belly was pressed on her ass. She wallowed in the sensations as another orgasm built. This was what she needed, a good hard one, filling her, feeling that slick shaft inside her, his hands at her sides, hearing his breath, hearing herself grunting as he pounded her wet love tunnel. And then he was crying out, and she felt his spasm as his body tensed, she felt it in his arms, and heard his breath and then felt his dick spurting, and her pussy clenched as he filled her with his cum. She felt the hot semen shooting into her, filling her, and it triggered her orgasm, and she came again as he shot his load deep in her pussy. 

He was out of her then, as her orgasm was still vibrating though her, and before she knew he was in front of her, and suddenly his dick was at her mouth and without thinking she opened. She sucked him in, tasting her own cum and his, her brain shutting out everything but the sensation of the hard, wet shaft in her mouth, and the flavor of their sex, and then the musky odor in her nose, and she suddenly imagined another cock entering her pussy as she sucked their combined cum from John's cock, and another huge orgasm swept through her, rocking her; the totally abandoned feeling of getting it at both ends, fucked one after the other, and she sucked his cock deeply, pushing her head forward until it pushed against the back of her throat as she rode her climax. 

He pulled out, and she rolled off the ottoman. He started to talk, but she remembered Terri's request. She didn't know why she needed to do it, but she stopped him. "Are we doing anything Friday night?" She felt his cum dripping from her pussy. 

"No, we don't have anything planned." 

"Okay, great." She stood, felt his cum drip down her leg. She didn't care. No, she did care. She wanted it, wanted to be dripping cum. "Thanks for the fuck, honey. We're going out Friday, with Terri, the girl from the restaurant. I'll tell you about it later, right now I have to make a call."

"A phone call?"

"Yeah," she kissed him, deeply, teasing his lips with her tongue. "I'll tell you all about it. In a little while"

She went to the bedroom, took the phone from the nightstand, and dialed. As it rang she lay back, leaning against the pillows. She still wore her shirt; open, and her bra was undone, but naked from the waist down, and her swollen pussy lips were leaking cum. She felt it on her legs, and dripping now down her ass crack as she settled into the bed. She heard the line pick up.

"Hello?" Her free hand went to her crotch, lightly touching the mess between her legs.

"Terri? It's me, Lena." 



Lena's New Life Ch. 16



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome. 

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She went to the bedroom, took the phone from the nightstand, and dialed. As it rang she lay back, leaning against the pillows. She still wore her shirt, her bra was undone, and her swollen pussy lips were leaking cum. She felt it on her legs, and dripping now down her ass crack as she settled into the bed. She heard the line pick up.

"Hello?" Her free hand went to her crotch, lightly touching the mess between her legs.

"Terri? It's me, Lena." She heard a sharp breath on the other end, and then a soft moan. 

"M-mm, are you done? Did you fuck John when you got home?"

"Oh, yeah, right in the den, as soon as I came in. I -- I, uh, played with myself all the way home." Like in the car, she played with herself again, only now she was naked, and dripping semen. Terri spoke to her.

"You played with yourself in the car?"

"Yeah, all the way home. Through my pants. I rubbed myself through my pants."

"You couldn't wait to get home? You had to play with your pussy thinking about John fucking you?"

"Damn, I was so hot, I played with my pussy. I was imagining John fucking me, filling me with his cock, and I rubbed myself all the way home." A finger slipped into her cum filled hole, slipping easily into the slippery mess. "I had two little orgasms before I got home."

"Oh, you slut, you like that? Playing with your pussy in the car? Making yourself cum, you slut? You like being a horny slut, don't you?"

Her finger curled forward, pressing on her g-spot. She felt a surge of pleasure spread through her again. "Yeah, I love being a horny slut. I love making myself cum, and then getting fucked hard." She couldn't believe she was talking this way to another woman, but that thought was lost in the sensation of the cum in her pussy and her fingers playing in it, smooth and slick, and hot. "I'm playing with myself again, now," she blurted out. "John fucked me, and filled my pussy with his cum, and now I have my fingers in it." She felt her g-spot swelling with excitement.

"Oh, you fucking slut whore," Terri cooed into her ear, "You horny bitch, you can't get enough, can you. John fucked you and you play with your fucked pussy?" 

"Oh, yeah, I begged him to fuck me, and he pushed me down over the ottoman, and he rammed his hard cock in me." She heard breathing on the phone, but thought she was hearing her own breath. Her pussy was yearning now, needing to cum, and she slipped two more finger insides, stretching her opening, forcing the cum to squeeze out. "He fucking pounded me, just like I needed, oh, he gave me the fuck my pussy needed."

"Are you fucking your slut pussy with your hand now?"

"M-mm, yeah, I got three fingers fucking my cum-filled hole, fuck, it feels so fucking good. My cunt is soaking and my clit is hard. It feels so good." 

"Take your hand away."

Lena stalled for a second. "Huh"

"Take your hand away from you pussy, slut. Now. And don't wipe it off."

Lena felt her fingers slipping out of her slick hole even before she realized she was doing it.

"Are they out?"

"Uh, yeah, they .."

"Good, slut. Now listen to me. I've had a dildo in my pussy since you left, a big one, and I've been fucking myself thinking about John fucking you, and I have had some giant fucking orgasms, and the whole time we've been talking I've been pounding my hole all the while, listening to you tell me about John's cum in your pussy. I'm so fucking hot I can barely talk. I'm putting you on speaker," there was a pause, then the sound changed, "and now I am going to fuck myself with this big fucking dildo until I cum again, and you are going to help me."

Lena held the phone to her ear, staring a the fingers of her other hand, slick with John's cum and her own, astounded at her level or desire, and lost in the sensation, the craving for more, unable and unwilling to resist the lust that drove her. "How can I- what should I do?" Taking a cue from Terri, she said, "hold on a second," and rested the phone on the bed, grabbed the base from the nightstand (it was a wired phone, not cordless), and pressed the speaker button. She replaced the headset. "OK, I'm back, I'm on speaker, too." Still her other hand was raised, still wet. "Fuck, I am so fucking horny." Her pussy ached for attention, and she could see her clit was hard. She suddenly surrendered to her lust, jammed the three fingers into her mouth, feeling the cum on her lips. She tasted the musky flavor of her pussy mixing with the slick texture of John's semen. The raw abandon swept through her like a wave, her other hand was at her breast, squeezing, pulling the nipple, hard, and the sensations ran through her to her hot pussy. Her legs rubbed together, needy and tight, as her tongue swirled out of her mouth, licking at the coating on her hand. She heard Terri.

"I want you to lick your fingers clean," she heard through the speaker. Terri's voice was strained a little; Lena could hear her exertions, and imagined her pumping the dildo into her pussy. "Lick all that cum off your fingers. I am fucking myself now, hard, and picturing John fucking you, shooting his cum in you, and I want you to lick his cum off your fingers, you horny slut."

Lena moaned around her full mouth, the fingers aleady sucked clean, and imagined John's cock in her mouth; then pulled the fingers out and reached back to her pussy, spreading her legs again, rubbing the fingers in the mess oozing from her, "Oh, year, I licked it all off, it was so fucking nasty and hot, I'm going back for more." She jammed the fingers back into her, felt the penetration, watched her hand disappearing into her open hole. Her thumb pressed her clit, then she pulled the fingers out, and reached behind her pussy, her fingertips just touching her ass. She told Terri, "I pulled my fingers out, they're all wet again, and I'm using my fingers to scoop up some of the cum that leaked out." She couldn't believe she was doing this, and that she was telling another woman. She realized that not only was she having phone sex, but she was masturbating with another woman!

Was she a lesbian?

The thought disappeared as quickly as it flashed, and she watched her own hand, coming from her pussy to her face, and told Terri, "Oh, there's a glob of cum on my fingers, it's so fucking nasty." She felt her own mouth open in anticipation, her tongue sliding out to greet her fingers and their delicious gift. She heard a moan, and grunting exertions through the phone.

"Yeah, eat ...that cum ...you slut ...fuck! Eat ...the cum ...from your ...fucking pussy ...if I was there ..." Terri's voice was getting louder now, more insistent, "I'd eat ...lick it ...right from ...your fucking hole!"

And as Terri was shouting Lena's fingers reached her mouth, and she felt the first contact on the tip of her tongue. Her fingers dripped, then smeared the glob of cum on her tongue, and she made a yummy sound. Her other hand had left her nipple and was at her clit now, rubbing as the three cum-slicked fingers smeared her lips, playing at her mouth like a cock, slipping in, fucking her mouth, coating her lips; her tongue slipped in and out, licking the mess off her lips, and she was moaning, slurping, and swallowing as her other hand rubbed her clit. Over her own ecstasy she heard Terri's yearning, demanding cries.

"Eat ...that cum ...you fucking slut ...eat ...it ...for me ...I want ...to ...eat the cum ...from your cunt ...oh, fuck! ...make me ...fucking cum ...you fuck! ...oh! ...fuck! ...FUCK! ...I'M CUMMING! FUCK!" And then she was screaming through the phone, and as Lena heard Terri cumming, her own orgasm exploded on her fingers, and finally the fingers in her mouth slipped out to join her other hand between her legs, and she fucked her pussy with one hand while maintaining light contact on her clit with the other, keeping the orgasm, holding the peak, and she was crying out, her hips bucking against her hands, as her body spasmed and clenched and bucked and twisted through her climax. Finally her hands left her pussy, and the peak receded, washing her in release, relaxing her torso, and her legs stretched out straight, and she exhaled heavily, moaning from deep inside her chest. 

She heard Terri still grunting, cursing; she realized that she had masturbated with another woman, had cum with another woman, and instead of being freaked out she was turned on. She was struck by the fact that allowing herself to be turned on also turned her on. It was hot, not sick; fucking way hot, and she was still tingling from the encounter. She was amazed at how far she could let herself go, how far past her old barriers she was. She was astounded at how far Terri went; the woman was like a red-hot jewel, you couldn't look away, she was fascinating, alluring, and exciting. She listened as Terri's moans subsided at the other end, settling into regular breathing.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Her fingers still played between her legs. Was it ever enough? 

"O-oh, yeah, baby, I'm better than okay," Terri cooed back. "That was great. You are so hot, you slut."

"Me?"

"Yeah, baby, you . You made me cum so hard I squirted."

"What?"

"M-mm. Squirted. You know. I told you about it this afternoon."

Lena recalled the conversation, and something from one of her erotic books about squirting, female ejaculation. "Really? You do that? I, uh-m, I mean, I've heard of it, but-"

"You thought it was just talk, right? Just something from porno movies." Lena heard a low, 'yummy' sound. "No way, it's for real. I don't squirt every time, only when I'm really excited, like tonight, and only if I do it right. But it is fabulous, you have got to try it. It's like an orgasm, only with a stronger, more explosive release."

"I thought that-"

"It's NOT peeing, if that's what you heard."

"Yeah."

"It's not. God, the sheets are soaked. I sprayed so much even my feet are wet. Jeez, girl."

An image flashed through Lena's head, Terri, legs splayed, shooting fluid out of her, screaming her orgasm. "Uhm, I, uh ..."

"Of course I'll show you. And then I'll show you how. I told you that already; I didn't forget." 

There was silence for a few seconds. The image in Lena's head faded as she looked down at her own body, her legs splayed open, and she imagined fluid shooting out...her body flushed with excitement.

"Thanks." It was all she could say.

"Are you kidding, Lena? Thank you, and thank that wonderful man of yours for helping us out!"

John, she thought. Was he still downstairs, where she had left him? Did he have any idea what she had gotten up to just now? Had he heard? Then, in a moment of panic, she wondered if masturbating with another woman over the phone would be considered cheating, until she remembered that this was the woman who had sucked John's dick the night they met. All she had told him before running for the phone was that they were going out with Terri. 

"So," she called into the phone, "what are we doing Friday?"



Lena's New Life Ch. 17



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome.



"You're already the most beautiful woman there. The dress will only make sure that everyone knows it."

"Gown."

"What?"

"It's a gown, hon. Not a dress." Despite his fashion gaffe, she knew he was sincere, and that he loved her, and she loved him.

That was an hour ago. They'd driven to the hotel early, gotten a room, and dressed in the room. They were staying over, and didn't have to watch what they drank. Despite the fact that the party was a stuffy affair (some sort of ancillary industry function that they didn't know anyone at), it was a swanky affair, and they planned to enjoy it. Now dressed, they walked into the room to see a throng of similarly well-dressed people milling and wait staff mingling with trays of food and champagne. 

She had to admit that he was right about the gown. Black, full length and flowing, it was off the shoulder with a low neckline, just short of seductive. The waist pinched and the hips flowed, and it moved on her like a living thing. She almost felt as beautiful as she knew he saw her. John never tired of seeing her, looking at her, admiring her. She loved his attention, and she loved him. And she loved looking at him, too. After all these years of marriage they were still infatuated like a first date. Tonight John was handsome and sexy in a black tuxedo, dignified with a quiet understated style. As they strode together into the room, more than a few heads turned. She wondered who was looking at whom. She took his arm, marking her man, and held her head high.

Two hours later dinner was being served. She took his arm and pulled him to their table. They were sitting with people they didn't know, and after introductions she knew they would not spend much time with them. As she spread her napkin in her lap, she decided that this would be a good time to tell him. He sat, and in a dignified manner she put her hand on his arm and leaned to his ear. 

"Darling," she whispered in his ear, watching to see if anyone was listening, "I've had a vibrating egg in my pussy all night. In the last hour I starting turning it up higher. I may need to cum very soon." 

He turned to her, trying not to be flustered and surprised. A large grin split his face.

For the next hour they made small talk, dragged into polite conversation with the forgettable people at the table. She took every opportunity to work words like 'vibrate', 'wet' and 'stimulate' into the conversation, and use phrases like 'turning it higher' and 'losing control', and once even 'spurting geyser'. She would always throw surreptitious glances at him, knowing that he was thinking about the vibrating egg humming in her pussy. Fortunately it blocked the juices from flowing out of her, and she'd had the foresight to actually wear panties tonight. Still, they were probably soaked. 

The champagne kept coming, and they kept sipping. She could see that John couldn't concentrate on the conversation; he kept asking everyone to repeat questions they had asked him. Of course, every time he tried to answer, she would run her foot up his leg, or announce that she found the subject 'stimulating', or something else to distract him.

One woman, a proper and well-mannered (stuck up and stiff?) youngish brunette named Muriel kept looking at her, even when she wasn't dropping subtle sexual innuendos. Lena wondered if Muriel was pissed off, confused, shocked, interested or turned on. But she really didn't care. Lena was turned on, and by now was so turned on that she could give a shit about what anyone else thought. She needed to cum. 

She reached to the controller tucked into her stocking top, and pushed the switch a little higher. She could swear that she could hear the humming, but she knew it was just her imagination. She turned to John, who was mid-sentence about some meaningless subject or other. "John, dear, I need to get up and stretch a bit. Would you mind?" She batted her eyes at him, and he excused himself and stood to pull her chair out. She stood, excused herself, and linked her arm in John's as they went to the door. 

"John, dear, I am a little tipsy, from all the champagne," she said, inclining her head to him as they slowly walked. "And of course I am a little over-stimulated from the egg humming in my box." She smiled, politely. Anyone seeing them talk would think they were discussing some meaningless society topic. "But mostly dear," she said as they went through the door into the mostly empty entrance hallway, "I am dying to cum. My orgasm is fairly close." She looked to see no one within earshot. "I would really love it if you could find us a nice quiet place around here so I could pull up my gown and watch you lick my sweet pussy until I cum into your mouth!"

They took a side exit, walking around the corner of the hotel, finding a secluded outdoor seating area on the hotel grounds, near some foliage. Lena gave him a huge smile, found a convenient table, and reached into her small purse to remove a cloth napkin she had taken from the table. She laid it flat on the edge of the table, turned back to face him, then bent to grab the bottom of her gown. Cautiously she bunched it, careful not to wrinkle it, until she had exposed her stockinged legs and panties. Lifting the back up over her ass, she rested her firm ass cheeks on the edge of the table. She took the controller out of her stocking top, turned it off. Then she lifted her ass a little, pulling her panties down off her hips, letting them slide down to her feet and stepping out of them. John picked them up, fingered the damp crotch with a lascivious grin, and placed them next to her on the table. Then he watched as she spread her legs and slowly, slowly, pulled a two-inch long and almost as wide smooth white egg vibe out of her pussy. He watched the lips part, stretch, and spread to allow the object to pass out. His eyes came to hers, and he heard her say, "Lick my wet pussy. Lick me till I cum."

He squatted down and brought his face up to her smooth shaved pussy, relishing the scent of her excitement, smelling her musk. She pushed her hips forward and spread her legs, then raised one leg up to the table top, giving him full access to her sex. "Lick my hole, John, suck my wet pussy, suck my clit. Make me cum!" she insisted. She knew he loved the dirty talk, and it turned her on to turn him on. And frankly, it made her hot! So nasty! "Taste my pussy, eat me!"

He dove in, not trying to seduce or arouse, he stuck his fat tongue right up her wet slit, and burrowed into her hole, rubbing his whole face in her dripping snatch, his nose bumping her clit. "Oh, yeah, that's it, baby, lick my sweet pussy, yeah, like that!" He used his fingers to spread her lips, and stuck his tongue further up into her; she felt it wiggling inside her, then licking her sweet juices, lapping at her, up, from hole to clit, swiftly, over and over. "Oh, yeah – oh! – oh, yeah, there, right there, oh!" she exclaimed every time his tongue touched her clit, "Oh! M-mm, yeah lick my –oh! – my fucking cunt, lick –oh! – lick my hole, I want your – oh! – tongue in me – oooowwweeeEEEEOOOOO!"

John took two fingers and jammed them into her pussy full in to his knuckles, curling them up to stimulate her g-spot, and started licking her clit, nibbling at it, sucking it like a little cock. "Oh, fuck me, suck my clit, make me cum, I want to wash your face in my cum!" He sucked her labia, tongue wrestling with them. "Yeah, baby, suck the juice out of me, you like the way my pussy tastes, don't you?" He kept his fingers in her, pumping her, rubbing her g-spot, as he moved his tongue behind his hand and wriggled it into her puckered ass. "Oh, god yeah stick your tongue in my ass, lick my fucking asshole!" She was pushing on the back of his head now, jamming her pussy against his face, humping his mouth. 

John brought his tongue back to her clit and started seriously working it, licking harder, pulling the hood back and pushing the button with the tip of his sleek pink muscle. "Come on, make me cum, that's it, that's the spot, o-oo, I feel it coming, yeah, right there, that's the spot, that's the spot, OO-OOO-OOOAAA-AAA!" She was yelling, her voice echoing off the dark and distant buildings, splitting the silent night in cries of passion. Her pussy gushed, flooding her juices out in a spasm of fluid, and she felt an urge to pee, strong, and her body tensed and froze, locked in spasm; her body shook involuntarily, and her hips crammed her cunt into John's mouth, her cum flowing freely into his mouth, onto his chin and nose. 

She released his head as her orgasm subsided, and he pulled his face away, looking up at her. His lips were a little swollen from being crushed into her, but his smiling face was glistening with her juice, he was soaking, wet all the way to his ears, up to his eyes, and it had run down his neck; his collar was a little wet. God damn he looked hot!

He stood, he kissed her, and their tongues swirled, heated in her juices. He stepped back from her, expecting her to drop her dress and cover herself. Instead she reached behind herself, took the napkin from under her ass, and blotted at least some of the wetness between her legs. Done, she let her dress drop, and handed the mostly damp napkin to him. "Sorry," she said, softly, "I didn't want to ruin the gown." Then, suddenly loud, she called out, "Did you like that, Muriel?"

She saw John was confused, looking around. And she called out again. "Come out here, now." From behind some bushes stepped the proper young woman from their table. Her head was lowered in shame and embarrassment, and she walked timidly towards them. 

John was stammering, finally asking, "How long -? How did you-? You knew she was there?"

"Easy honey," she said, a hand on John's chest. "I'll handle it." She turned to Muriel.

"So, perv, you like to watch people having sex, huh? That turns you on? Huh?" Her voice was accusatory, insistent. "Is this how you get off, Muriel? You watch other people from behind a bush? Huh?" Muriel was standing in front of Lena now, her head down, looking at her feet, hands clasped in front of her. "It's not the looking that makes you a dirty little perv, you know, Muriel. Everybody likes to look. But you're ashamed of looking aren't you? I bet you're all hot and wet from looking aren't you? You probably got all moist from watching John make me cum, didn't you?"

"Y-Yes," she squeaked out.

"Yes what?" Lena was getting into the act now, but that's all it was really, an act.

"Yes, I got wet watching John make you cum."

"Yeah, I bet you did. It was a spectacular orgasm, Muriel. Did you see it all from back there? Did you see my pussy cum in his mouth? Did you see me gush? Hmm?"

"N-No." 

"I'll bet you would love to cum like that, wouldn't you?" Lena was standing in front of Muriel now. Face to face. Almost touching.

"Y-Yes."

"Yes, what. Say it." Her hand went to Muriel's chin, lifting her face up. "Look into my face and say it out loud."

"I want to cum like you. I want to cum and gush into your husband's mouth."

Lena was stunned for a second, and looked at John. She hadn't really expected to hear the woman say it! She regained her composure, and turned back to Muriel. "Oh, really? You want John to lick your pussy until you cum?" She glanced over at John, he was staring dumbfounded, but his pants were bulging wildly. "Maybe I'll let him lick you. Maybe not. Let's see it. Show us your pussy."

Slowly, Muriel pulled up her simple dignified dress, exposing her plain panties. She hooked a thumb in the front, pulling them down. Suddenly Lena mover to her, grabbed the sides of her panties, and pulled them down to her feet. Muriel had a full bush, trimmed a little on the sides.

"What the fuck, Muriel? You want your pussy licked by my husband, and all you can offer is this hairy thing? If you want some tongue, honey, you gotta do better than this. If you want head, you have to make it nice, like this." And Lena pulled up her own gown, and showed her smooth shaved pussy to the stunned woman. Shocked, Muriel's eyes dropped to Lena's crotch, and her dress slipped from her grasp.

"I – I never – Oh, my – I've never seen anything like – it – it's," she looked up at Lena. "It's beautiful." 

"It feels good, too. Try it sometime." Muriel looked back down. On impulse, Lena took the woman's hand, and brought it between her legs, allowing Muriel to feel the smooth shaves lips and slit.

"Feels good, right? Well, you are not getting your pussy licked tonight, honey. But maybe we can do something. You've come all the way out here to sneak up and watch us, after all," she teased. She looked at John who appeared still stunned by the pussy rubbing thing. Lena snapped her fingers dramatically. "I know!" She turned to Muriel, and spoke into her face. "How about if you suck John's dick?"

"Huh?" John suddenly broke from his stunned silence.

"Huh?" Muriel echoed.

"Sure, you can suck John's dick. Blow him. You know, a blow job. A hummer." She looked at John and waved him over. "John, take out your cock so Muriel can suck you." She turned to the woman as John opened his pants. "Here, dear, sit here on this bench, and John will feed his hard cock into your mouth." O-oo, she DID love the dirty talk! 

Amazingly, Muriel allowed herself to be led to the bench, and sat. John stepped to her, his exposed hard shaft sticking straight out level with her face. He walked near her, then Lena's hand in his back pushed him until his cock was in Muriel's face. They watched as she opened her mouth accepting the head of the stiff rod inside, her tongue licking the underside. Lena sat down next to her, put her arm around her, and her face to her ear. She talked to her as Muriel began to suck enthusiastically. "Yeah, baby, that's the way, suck my husband's dick, you slut, get that whole cock in your mouth, that's it; yeah, suck it good." Muriel was pushing her head back and forth, sliding her mouth up and down the entire length. "Yeah, you're a good cocksucker, aren't you? You must like sucking cock. I know I do. I like John's cock , don't you? It feels so good sliding into my mouth. Get your hand on his shaft now, slut, and pump his cock into your mouth." Lena's face was touching Muriel's, she could feel the heat from the woman's skin, heard her breathing through her nose, and the wet sucking sounds as John's stiff cock slipped in on out. 

John looked down to see Lena's face next to Muriel's, listening to her talk to Muriel as the woman sucked. Lena looked up at him. "I want to you swallow all his cum, slut," she continued, looking into her husband's eyes, "you make him cum and you get it all in your mouth, and you hold it all there and show us your slut mouth all full of cum, and then you swallow it all." John's eyes opened wide. She dropped his gaze, and whispered softly into Muriel's ear as her husband watched. She had an arm snaked around the other woman, and cupped her breasts as she sucked her husband's cock. Her face was pressed close to Muriel's their mouths almost touching, and impulsively she leaned forward and licked John's cock where it met Muriel's lips. She pinched the woman's nipples then, hearing a muffled squeal from her.

Before she realized it her hand was inside Muriel's dress, and she was feeling her breasts, pulling and pinching the nipple, Oh damn, this was too hot, she thought, I'm feeling up another woman who is sucking John's dick, she thought. Suddenly Muriel pulled of John's cock and turned her head, and kissed Lena full on the lips, her lips soaked with saliva from sucking, her tongue inside Lena's mouth, and they were making out, Lena's hand still on the woman's breast. Then Muriel broke the kiss, and she was sucking again harder, more insistent, with longer hand strokes, and Lena heard John grunt and call out, and she felt the jets shooting, her face was side-to-side with Muriel and she could feel the spasms in John's cock through her; it was so sensuous, so fucking hot, she could feel her husband shooting his cum into this woman's mouth, and she took it all. He came and came, and Muriel jerked his shaft until he stopped twitching, and then pulled off, pulling her head back.

And she opened her mouth to show them the pool of cum, her tongue swimming in the slimy goo, before closing it and swallowing hard. She licked her lips. 

*

The three of them walked back to the party together. They talked and laughed. Lena told Muriel how hot she was, and confessed to her first girl kiss. And feeling her up! Muriel said she been with women 'more than once', and loved it, but not as much as sucking and fucking. She told them how lucky they were to have each other, since her husband was such a straight and boring type. John said that if she needed to, she could suck his dick whenever she wanted. And Lena hit him on the arm playfully. Lena told Muriel about shaving. When they re-entered, dessert was being served. 

"I don't know what dessert they served in here, but I bet the cream sauce I had was better!" Muriel joked as they grabbed champagne from the table.

"So was the treat I had!" John added.

Lena fished into her purse as they laughed. She handed the phone to Muriel. 

"Put your number in," she said, "I'll call you tomorrow."



Lena's New Life Ch. 18



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome. I put this one in BDSM, where the series began, because it really is her last time in this role. You'll see.



The next morning they ate breakfast together. They chatted like all happily married couples, discussing some repair work that needed to be done around the house; things on their schedule. Eventually the conversation got around to Lena's lunch date. 

"It must have been a great lunch," John smirked, "you came home and made me fuck you as soon as you were in the door!" He laughed. "What could get you that excited?" Then he stopped laughing, adding, "And then you ran out of the room, dripping cum, and said 'I'll tell you later'." 

Lena grinned, a full, tight, uncontrolled smile, and sat back in her chair. She related the story of her lunch date with Terri, of the conversations, of the things Terri had told her. She told him of Terri's stories of wild sex, her adventures. She told him how fascinated she was to hear these things, even after all the things she and John had done, she was amazed that there was so much more, and she confessed to getting excited, and stimulated. She told him about Terri and her friends, and about multiple partners, and groups, and women. She laughed when she told about Terri 'not putting moves on me ... yet'. She told him that they were going out this Friday, with her, maybe dancing.

"We?"

"All three of us, together."

"Really."

"C'mon, John, we're gonna have some fun. I promise, you'll like her, she's ... well, she's hard not to like."

"I can see that you like her!" he chuckled.

"I've never met anyone like her before. I," she stammered, "I don't know if I would have liked her before."

"Before?"

"Before I, before you, you know." She looked, but he waited. He wanted her to say it. "Before you made me-"

"Made you?"

"Fine. Before I agreed to become your Sex Slave." She grinned, and he grinned back. "I told her about that."

"You told her that you were my Sex Slave?" He looked astonished.

Lena sat back in her chair, proudly. "Yep. Told her all about it, how we started, things we've done, everything." She smiled, smugly, pleased with herself for telling Terri, and for telling John.

John sat, thoughtfully. Then he asked, "Really?" She nodded. "You told her all that?" He was silent again, but smiling.

"John, she is so easy to talk to, she's so open, so receptive, and so honest. After all the things she told me about her, things that would have embarrassed me, y'know, before, but now they didn't, they were interesting, and exciting. After all that, I just couldn't hold back. I just blurted it out..." She caught herself then, babbling, and stopped. John was looking at her, puzzled, then his face changed to amused realization.

"You have a crush on her!" he shouted. "You're infatuated!" He stood up from his chair, laughing, while Lena realized her mouth was hanging open. John was taunting "You Like Terri," in a childish sing-song way. She felt a blush heating her face, then realized he might be right, and blushed hotter. This made him laugh even more. She stammered and sputtered trying to make him stop teasing, until her voice became less serious, and she started to lighten up. She smiled, and then he stopped, and sat back down. He took her hands in his and looked in her eyes, suddenly serious.

"Lena, I am so sorry," he grinned, "I just couldn't help myself. It was just so funny to realize ..." He was serious, but smiling. Happy? That was it. "You were like a little kid with a new toy, or a new friend-"

"Well, she IS my friend"

"More like a high school kid with a crush! You were so cute, telling all about her, and all gushing about how great she is, and she's so this, and she's so that-"

"Stop teasing me."

"I'm NOT teasing, I love it!" 

"Come on..."

"Seriously, I think it's great. You know that I have enjoyed watching you become a more sensual, aware and adventurous woman these past months, discovering new aspects of yourself, new sensations, new frontiers, pushing your limits. It's been exciting and tantalizing, and not just for the fantastic sex." He kissed her, lightly, on the lips, then on the forehead. "More for the opportunity to watch the woman I love grow, expand and enjoy." She could hear the sincerity in his voice, and there was no faking the happiness on his face. "It has been a rare treat for me these months, and I have to thank you." He kissed her again. "And watching you talk about your new 'friend'...."

"Why do you say it like that?" 

"Because you sound infatuated."

"I am not!"

"You are so! Your new friend is so exciting and easy to talk to, and she's done this and that, and-"

"Are you jealous?"

"No. I told you. I'm happy. I'm excited that you're excited. I love hearing you talk like this, all thrilled and having fun."

"And you'll come with us Friday"

"Would you go without me?"

Lena paused, and John faked a sad look. "You'd throw me over for her?" They laughed, and kissed, John said he'd come out with them, that he was looking forward to it. They stood and started cleaning up from breakfast.

As they cleared the table, John asked, "So, how did Terri react when you told her about being my Sex Slave?"

Lena stopped a minute, thinking. "She was interested, like, intrigued." She paused. "Like it was something she hadn't done- which is saying a lot!" She chuckled. "She's done everything, I think. And everyone!" 

"Did she do you?"

"John!"

"What?"

"You think I ..."

"I just asked. You came home all horny and demanding sex, so I figured she didn't, but it sounds like ..."

"Like what?"

"Like you might as well have. She sure got you hot!"

Lena grinned. "You got that right! Shit, the way we talked, it was all I could think about. I told you, I played with myself all the way home!"

"And then after, you ran into the bedroom. You never said why. You said, 'I'll tell you later', but then you didn't."

She flushed, first with embarrassment, remembering, then suddenly with excitement. "Oh, yeah, I was, uh ..."

"What?"

"I had to call Terri."

"Right after we had sex?"

"Yeah."

He stopped, put down the dishes he was holding, and turned to face her. He grinned. "You had to call your girlfriend right after you got me to fuck you?"

Now she was grinning, too. 

"Well, yeah, before I left her place she knew I was coming home for sex. She told me to call her right after we finished fucking, and describe it to her."

"And you did?"

"O-oo, yeah. I told her all about it." She walked to him then, took his hand and led him to a chair. "I told her I felt myself up in the car, and how I told you to fuck me hard as soon as I got in the house", she told him as he sat. "I told her all about how you bent me over the ottoman, and fucked my wet pussy so hard." She stepped away, taking her own seat a few paces away, so she could see him, but they couldn't touch. "I told her how you fucked me, and made me cum, and then you came, and you filled my hot pussy with your sweet, delicious cream." Her voice was lowered as she spoke, not in volume, but tone; a deeper, husky sound, seductive and tantalizing, but not quiet. Bold, and proud. "I told her how you stuck your hard cum-covered cock in my face, and I opened my mouth and sucked it clean." She was watching the tent rise in his pants as he listened. "I told her how good it tasted, and how nasty it was, sucking our fuck juices off your beautiful hard cock." He adjusted his position; he was fully hard now. He moved to open his pants but she told him not to. "Just listen, don't touch."

And then she told him about playing with her fucked pussy; about Terri using a dildo, and the way Terri spoke to her, called her a slut whore, a nasty slut whore, and how Lena had crammed three fingers inside herself, agreeing, and they masturbated together. She watched him squirm as she described licking the cum off her fingers, and scooping more out of her pussy, eating it off her fingers while Terri screamed her orgasm. She thought he would explode when she described Terri ejaculating!

When she finished she was as hot as he was. Her crotch was wet, soaking her panties, and her pussy was crying for attention. 

But before she fucked him, she had another thing to do, and it couldn't wait any longer.

"Good, right? Did you know that your sexy wife was such a nasty slut?"

"I knew she was my nasty slut! I didn't know she was spreading it around!"

"Are you angry?" She looked at the bulge in his pants, grinned, "because you don't look angry!"

"Are you kidding? That was the hottest thing ever! I'm so excited I could fuck the wall. In fact," he stood, "if you don't come take care of this, I might have to take care of it myself."

"O-oh, no, we can't waste that lovely wood, baby. I'll take care of it. But I have something to ask you first." She stood. "Something important. But before I ask, I need you to go into the playroom, and get my little pink vibe and a bottle of lube." She turned her voice 'cutsie'. "Could you do that for me?"

He just about shot out of the room. While he was gone she pulled a chair to the middle of the room, stripped off all her clothes and folded them in a pile in front of the chair. He returned, grinning, carrying the items, and grinned even wider seeing her naked.

"Why don't you take those pants off, and sit here," she said, "so I can ask the question properly." He wasted no time placing the lube and vibrator on the table; then, pulling off his pants and shirt he sat, grinning, legs apart, and his dick at half mast. Lena reached for the bottle of lube, and the slim pink vibrator, then knelt on her folded clothes in front of John. She sat back onto her ankles, her knees spread. Resting on the folded clothes, with her smooth shaved pussy exposed, she opened the lube and looked up into John's face.

"You know that I was hesitant at first to agree to this sex slave arrangement," she started, squeezing a generous amount of the lube into her hand. "I let you talk me into it, and then let you talk me into 'asking' for it." She grinned. "That was very well done on your part, by the way." She put the bottle down, and picked up the vibrator. "I was frightened when we first started, but you were very careful to start slowly, and to keep it interesting, and fun." She coated the shaft of the vibe with the lube, stroking it sensually. "You made sure I always enjoyed it, so I could never say no. You made it kinky, and new, and you kept it very hot." She held the slick vibrator up, and looking directly into his eyes, dropped her other hand, still coated with lube, between her legs to rub her crotch with the flat of her hand. She groaned a little as she felt the familiar tingle of stimulation, and she watched his dick get harder. 

"You expanded my sexual horizon, my 'repertoire', by making me watch porno and read books. I saw and read things that I used to be afraid of, and other things I had never even thought of." She continued rubbing the lube into her pussy, making sure the entire area, front, back and sides, was completely coated, and slipping a finger or two inside to lube her vaginal walls. "As my horizon expanded, and my experience grew, so did my willingness to try new things. My desire grew, and my lust grew, and my responses grew." She took her hand away from her pussy, raised it to her nipple, and squeezed it with her slippery fingers, letting out a little moan. 

"I grew. I grew from someone who was afraid of things she didn't know, into someone who does what she wants, who embraces her desires, and who takes pleasure in giving and getting pleasure." She lowered the vibe between her legs, still switched off, and drew it slowly up, starting from the area behind her pussy, up, slowly, between her lips, allowing it to spread her open, slowly up to her clit. She felt the rush from the stimulation and from John watching. His cock was rock hard now. "I became someone who enjoys vigorous, adventurous sex; who enjoys the thrill, the anticipation, all the sensations of all sorts of stimulation." She slipped the tip of the vibe past her labia, toyed briefly with the opening, and then slowly slid it inside her, feeling the sensation as it opened her, filled her. As she spoke she slid it in and out a few times, slowly and seductively, knowing that John was getting as stimulated watching as she was getting by doing it. 

"I became a wild, horny, nasty slut. And I want to thank you for helping me change." She slipped the vibrator out, and turned it on low, hearing the low hum, feeling the sudden sensation, and she pressed the length of it against her entire pussy, feeling the stimulation, allowing the excitement to flood her. 

"I want more. I'm not hesitant to do new things, different things, anymore. I want to do them, because I know how good it will be. I don't think I need to be told what to do anymore, or when to do it. I want to do everything I've already experienced, and I want more." She turned the vibe higher, and concentrated on her clit now, feeling the build as she spoke. She remembered her favorite sexual adventures, and imagined new ones as the vibe drove bolts of pleasure through her clit, radiating through her. "I want to do all the things I've seen, and anything else that comes my way." Her chest tightened, her hips were lunging up against the vibe, and her anus tightened. She felt the climax begin to build. "I'm ready, and willing, and eager-." Her mouth dropped open as her orgasm hit, and she bellowed her pleasure, pumping against the vibe involuntarily, howling her release, alternating the stimulation on her clit, extending her orgasm. She felt her pussy gush, and her free hand rushed to her opening, playing in her hole, felling the slick pussy juice and her cum on her fingers as she rubbed and slipped them inside. 

She caught her breath as her orgasm subsided, she took the vibe away from her clit and laid it on the floor. She made a satisfied moan as she looked into his eyes, took her other hand from between her legs, and brought them to her mouth. "Oh, damn, that was good," she gasped. "I love to cum, that feels so fucking good. Did you like watching me, baby?" Her tongue flicked out, licking the length of her index finger as though it were a tiny dick. "M-mm, yummy. Your little slut wife likes the way her pussy tastes when she cums," she said. Then she opened her mouth and jammed three soaking fingers into it, sucking her juices off like she was sucking a cock, slurping and groaning as she tasted herself. Her eyes closed as she gave in to her urge, and she relished the feeling of release, proud of how kinky it was, and how much she enjoyed it. 

Sucked clean, she popped her fingers out of her mouth and opened her eyes, licking her lips. "M-mm, tasty and hot." She looked at him. "I love it." He was jerking his cock slowly, watching her, and drip of pre-cum flowed freely from the tip. "And I love your cock. Don't you do that; I'll take care of while we finish talking."

"So far I'm just listening, and watching."

"And you are doing just fine, baby." She scooted forward so her elbows rested on his thighs, and her face was directly in front of his crotch. She took his wrist with one hand and pulled it off his dick, and replaced it with her other hand. "You just listen to the rest of what I have to say, and I think you'll agree with me." Her tongue stuck out, and she licked from his balls to the head, lapping up the clear fluid on the way. I felt slick, and a little salty, and she loved it. "M-mm, tastes better than pussy for me!" She licked again, then pulling his cock down a little, slipped her mouth over the tip and enveloped his shaft with her hot mouth. She felt the silky hardness as it slipped in, felt the heat as it filled her mouth, her tongue swirling around the smooth head; she inhaled his scent, and felt the flavor of his skin as she sucked his beautiful hard cock. She heard him groan, and she made a yummy sound, then pulled off, licking his cock head.

She spoke seductively, licking his cock between sentences. "A few months ago I would never have masturbated for you, never lick my juices off my fingers." Lick. "I couldn't imagine doing that." Lick. "I couldn't imagine anyone doing that, never mind wanting to do it!" Long, lingering lick. "Or liking it!" Lick. "I've sucked your dick, but now its so much better, because I love to suck it, like this!" And she lifted up, and dropped her mouth back over his shaft, and pumped her head up and down, long smooth pumps, feeling his shaft slipping across her lips and tongue, filling her mouth, just touching the back of her throat. She used her hand as part of her mouth, pumping and rotating it, feeling his cock, sucking his cock, loving his cock. She popped off. 

"Damn, I love to suck your dick!" She stroked him, slowly, not wanting him to cum yet. She licked his balls lightly. "And I love your cum. Not just in my pussy, either. I love it on my tits, my face." Lick. "Even in my mouth." Lick. "It's so hot." Lick. "And nasty." Lick. "And yummy." Lick. She knew he was getting close. "So here is my question." She scooted a little more forward. "Will you release me from being your sex slave?" Before he could think about answering, she plunged her mouth back down on his cock, humming loudly, swirling her tongue around the head, one hand squeezing his shaft gently but firmly, the other coming up to play with his full balls. She popped off. "I want to be free from slavery." Back down again, sucking; saliva slipping out around her lips, the hot shaft filling her mouth. Off again. "I want you to release me from being your slave, and let me be your slut." Down, fast, off. "Your nasty, horny slut." Down, off. "I am ready for it if you are." Down, longer, pumping her hand and head, wet with saliva, making slurping sounds every time she came back up, sucking. "Will you release me?" She knew he was close to cumming, he was groaning, and his balls were tight against his body. She backed off. "Will you? Will you let me be your slut?"

His eyes were bulging, and he seemed to be catching his breath. "That's some offer," he gasped, "and a very convincing presentation!" He heaved a huge breath. She felt his cock tense and relax in her hand. "But I would be giving up a lot. Right now you have to do anything I say, anything I want. How is this good for me?"

"Because you'll let me do anything I want!"

He thought, then said, "I'm interested, but not convinced yet."

"Okay," she said, releasing his cock and standing up, "maybe this will convince you." She stretched her legs for a second (she'd been kneeling a while) then turned away, and bent down, laying her upper body on the kitchen table. Her pussy was facing John, and she spread her legs as wide as they would go without making her fall down. She reached behind herself, her fingers at her pussy, and spread her lips, opening herself wide.

"Don't move, just sit, and watch, and get convinced."

"Okay."

Her fingers wriggled into the opening as she spoke. "You like my pussy? You want to fuck me? You want to lick my hot cunt, and fuck me?" One hand held her pussy open, the other slipped two fingers inside, sliding into the wet heat. She was dripping. "M-mm, I'm imagining my fingers are your tongue, licking my pussy, all the way inside, m-mm, that's so good." She felt her fingers get completely coated with her pussy juices, lube and her cum. "But I want more." She slid her other hand up, grasping her butt cheek, pulling it up. She took her fingers from her pussy, and trailed them up, slowly, "O-oh, your tongue, it's moving up, oh, I can feel it at my ass." Her index finger, coated with the slick blend, played at her little wrinkled bud. "Oh, you're tickling my ass with your tongue, oh, damn that's so fucking hot," she rubbed it a little harder, right on the opening, stimulating the nerve endings there. "It's so good, yeah, lick my ass, it feels so-o good, lick me, get your tongue in there, and lick me!" And her wet finger pushed past her tight ring as she relaxed her anus, and slipped into her ass, and her muscle tightened around it. 




Lena's New Life Ch. 18



"Holy shit, that's hot!"

"Oh, yeah," she continued, pumping the finger slowly into her ass to the knuckle, "lick my fucking ass, it feels so good, damn, keep going, get that tongue in there, eat your slut's ass!" She pulled it out then, and played with the hole again. "Why did you stop licking me?" she pretended. Then a second finger joined the first, rubbing lightly at the tight hole. "Oh, now you want to fuck me? You want to put your cock in my ass, and fuck my tight hole?" She pushed, slowly but firmly, and relaxed, and felt the tips of her fingers slip past the outer ring, felt it stretch, waited. "Oh, yeah, that's it baby, go slow, let me stretch my ass around your dick," she worked them in slowly; pushing in a little, waiting, out and in a few times, slowly, until she felt her ass loosen up. The butt plugs and vibrators she'd been experimenting with had helped. 

"That's it baby, slip that hard cock in my tight ass, yeah, your slut likes having her ass fucked by you, she wants your cock in her back door, that's it," she talked through the process, glancing back over her shoulder, seeing John's eyes glued to her fingers as they disappeared into her ass. Damn, this was the hottest fucking thing she had ever done! Her pussy was dripping wet, and her ass has tingling; her body was on fire, stimulated by her fingers; being watched, her fantasies, her words and her total abandon. She was a slut! But she needed him to say it! Her fingers were in her ass up to her knuckles, now, and she felt a light burn from her anus being stretched, a good full stretched feeling as she fucked her ass with two fingers.

"Oh, yeah baby, fuck my ass. Your cock feels so good. You like that? Am I your slut, baby?" She looked over her shoulder; he was jerking himself again, mouth open, staring wildly at her tiny hole as her fingers stretched it open. She continued in the same seductive tone. "Am I, baby? Am I your slut? Are you convinced? Will you let me be your slut instead of your slave? I want your tongue for real, baby, your slut wants you to lick her pussy and her ass, are you convinced? Do you want to fuck your slut in the ass?"

"Hell, yes!" he shouted, and moved to get up, but she pulled her fingers out and stood up suddenly, stopping him.

"What-?"

"Hell, yes, what? 'Hell yes' you'll release me?"

"Huh?"

"My question. Are you convinced that I no longer need to be your Sex Slave, and I should be your Slut Wife?" She stood in front of him, her legs still twitching slightly, her wet pussy pulsing with need, her ass ... wanting more? Another time, she thought. Right now, I need this answer more than I need to cum. "John?" She watched his hand holding his cock; he had stopped stroking when she stood up. "John, I need an answer."

"Y-yes," he managed to croak out.

"Yes, what?"

He collected his wits a second, then looked her in the eye. "Yes, slut." His hand began stroking his cock again. It looked hot. She liked watching him jerk himself, the way he stroked, pleasuring himself, and she liked that she made him so hot he wanted to! "Yes, I want you to be my Slut Wife."

"Am I released?"

"Yes. Yes, you're released."

"Say it all. Say the whole thing together, and then kiss me, and then I'll get back on my knees and you can shoot that hot load of cum all over my face."

He grinned. "Lena, you are released from your duties as my Sex Slave, and are now My Slut Wife." 

"I love you, John." She bent down, kissed him on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth briefly. She felt his hand leave his cock and reach for her, and she broke the kiss.

"Don't stop stroking now," she said, kneeling in front of his chair, "I expect a big fucking load of cum in my face!" She scooted closer, sat back on her heels again, and turned her face up. The hand that hadn't been inside her ass dropped to her crotch and played with her clit as she spoke. "I want to feel that hot cum hitting my face, and feel it dripping. I want it on my lips, and all over, and dripping down onto my tits." His hand moved more urgently now, and she saw his balls twitch. His body tensed itself, and she heard his breath quicken.

"I'm gonna com," he gasped.

"Yeah, baby, cum on your slut. Shoot your cum on your slut's face." Her fingers worked her clit, harder now; her orgasm was building, and she closed her eyes. "I want your cum on me, cover your slut with cum, cum on me, yeah," and then she heard him grunt, and the first hot squirt landed on her cheek. Her fingers rubbed her clit and her orgasm broke, washing through her as blast after blast of hot semen landed on her face, feeling it hot on her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and her orgasm made her groan and her mouth opened, and still he came, and some dripped into her mouth, and she opened wide and put her tongue out, and a fat blob of cum landed on her tongue, and still he came, a huge load, her face felt covered, and now her hand slowed, and the drops slowed, and she heard his breathing start returning to normal, and he sighed heavily, the way he always did when he finished cumming. She opened her eyes then, and looked at him, and grinned. He grinned back and she licked her lips, tasting his load, and loving it. 

"You slut," he said. "I love you."

"YOUR Slut," she corrected. "And I love you."

He smiled.

"Wow," she said, getting to her feet, "how do I look?"

"Go check yourself in the mirror. You've never looked hotter. Or nastier."

She headed for the bathroom, heard him following. She turned on the light and looked in the mirror. "Oh!" she gasped. She had seen 'money shots' in the porn movies, but had never seen herself like this! "Shit, I am damn hot!" Cum dripped from her cheeks and nose, around her lips, thick, white and runny. She turned to him. "Can you get my cell phone?"

"Gotta make a call?"

"Actually," she said, turn to him with a sly look, "I want you take my picture with it. So I can send it to our new friend!"

He grinned broadly. "You are too much." And he leaned in and kissed her cum-covered lips. "I'll go get it." 



Lena's New Life Ch. 19



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter 18 to get up to speed if you are just joining the series. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome.



19

On Friday Lena got out of work early. It was easy, since she was volunteering at a non-profit organization, and they had no serious work or meetings that day. She left at noon and took her time getting home, although she was fairly bubbling with anticipation. Even at the office she had been unable to concentrate, thinking about tonight.

She got home, ate a quick salad for lunch, ran a few errands including the liquor store, where she picked up a few bottles of champagne, in case they all came back to their house afterwards. When she got home she picked out clothes, wanting to make sure that she would look just right for the big night out.

She and John had a date with Terri.

She ran a hot bath, soaked for a while, and moisturized her skin. She shaved her legs, and under her arms. She'd recently had a wax, but she rinsed off and went over her pussy and ass to make sure there was no stubble. She rinsed again, and checked with her hand. It was perfectly smooth. She wasn't sure what was going to happen tonight, but if anything did happen, she wanted to be ready. 

After her shower, she did her nails, her hair and makeup. John came home while she was doing her hair, kissed her hello, and jumped in the shower. She listened to the water running as she brushed, and heard him humming. Seems that he was looking forward to tonight as well. She thought about his mood, and likened it to a boy going on a date with a new girl he likes. She remembered the feeling, when she was a teenager, of dating a new boy; of playing the scenarios in her head, imagining what he'd be like, imagining him holding her hand, or kissing her. 

And she suddenly realized that she was having first-date butterflies, and so was John. And they were going on a date, together, with the same person!

Too weird, she thought to herself, and tried to brush the feelings away. But without them, getting ready was suddenly just a job, and not an exciting anticipation. Why should she push away these feelings? Rather than be embarrassed of her girlish infatuation, she embraced it, made it her own. 

She and John were a couple, a couple in love; they shared many common interests, and they enjoyed an adventurous (recently) and a healthy (always) sex life. As a couple they had done many new things together, shared many new experiences. And tonight, they would share a first date. Who knows? Might they share something else before the night ends? 

They had made plans to meet at a bar downtown, an upscale trendy place, possibly to go dancing afterwards. John had hired a car for the night, not wanting to drive. They relaxed and chatted in the car on the way downtown. John was wearing tan pants, the ones that made his butt look just perfect and sexy, with a dark blue shirt with pearl buttons. He's added a lizard belt, trimmed in silver, and a half-dressy shoe. He'd had his hair cut, and he was wearing the cologne she'd bought him: he was very well turned out. As they spoke, her eyes wandered over his body; his long legs, his strong arms and shoulders (though not overdeveloped like some circus freak), his chest, his neck, his cheekbones, eyes, nose. His perfect mouth, his easy smile. She felt a little bit of moistness between her legs, and she imagined him there, in the car, dressed like that, stroking his hard cock for her. The moistness grew.

Lena had taken care dressing, perhaps more than usual. A year ago she'd have dressed well, but more conservatively. A few weeks ago she'd likely have worn something more revealing and daring. Tonight she wanted to look sexy; hot, willing and confident, but not loose. She'd selected a white blouse and navy skirt, dark stockings and a 2-inch heel. 

The blouse was open in the front down to her breasts, and was loose enough, and flowed just enough that the lace edges of her white three-quarter bra showed whenever she moved, along with a generous amount of cleavage and the tops of her breasts. She wasn't hanging them out there, but no one could miss them. And, she thought, they looked spectacular. The stockings were thigh-high, held by garters, and the skirt ended a few inches above the knee, slit on the side so that when she sat, like now, her thigh would be exposed to the top of the stocking, exposing just a daring hint of lace. She'd considered going without panties, but decided it was overly anxious, and went with an attractive white thong. Diamond studs sparkled at her ears, her gold necklace and bracelet were a set; her shoes and bag were not, but matched well. Inside her bag she kept, among other things, a small bottle of lube and a thin pink vibrator. 

She called it the Little Lady. 

She was ready for anything.



They arrived at the bar a few minutes early, got a booth near the back and ordered drinks. They waited, talked, observed the other patrons. They were well-dressed, but not dressed up. Fashionable, and mostly good-looking, and all, seemingly, good-spirited. No surly drunks, alone at the bar, drowning in misery here. They began discussing the ones that attracted their eye, then teasing each other with what they might do with them. The whispers between them escalated in heat and passion until Lena, aroused at John's description of two young ladies orally stimulating his front and back simultaneously, began a detailed narration of how the three men at a nearby table would coordinate their efforts on her. As she outlined the second penetration, staring into John's open-mouthed face, Terri was suddenly standing next to them.

"Don't stop on my account," she grinned, "I think I know how this story ends!"

She leaned down, kissed Lena lightly on the cheek, told her how great she looked, and then kissed John, too. Lena watched as Terri lingered at the side of his head, her hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. John's face blushed, then smiled, then blushed deeper. He suddenly laughed, and Terri moved away, laughing with him. She turned to Lena, and sat. "We were just catching up, since our first meeting," she said. A mental image of that event flashed through her head: Terri fingering herself as she watched John fuck her, then sucking his dick clean after he came. She felt herself blushing, and a tingle between her legs, remembering that night. And then their lunch date. 

Terri ordered a drink, and Lena watched her as she spoke. She faced John, and directed most of her conversation to John, but she sat closer to Lena, and would occasionally rest her hand on Lena's leg. Terri was dressed in pants, black with a white pinstripe, and a gray silk camisole under a white blazer. Her bra held her breasts up, but not still, and did nothing to restrain the erect nipple that appeared every time her blazer shifted. Her hand felt warm on Lena's leg, reassuring her, as Terri and John relived their first meeting, in some detail. Terri reviewed the afternoon with Lena for John, and some of the subsequent events. They laughed and chuckled together. Lena would chime in occasionally, when she felt Terri had glossed over a detail that Lena enjoyed. 

Once, when Lena was describing the drive home after lunch, Terri's hand moved off her leg to just above her knee, touching her stockinged thigh, and then sliding up, pushing the hem of her dress to mid-thigh. It rested there while Lena continued, anxiously but very much at ease. She finished the 'ride home' story with coming into the house, and, "well, you know the rest!" She felt Terri's hand slip to the inside of her thigh, squeeze firmly but tenderly, and then leave. Electricity swirled in her groin, and she felt her nipples swell with excitement.

They finished their drinks, chatting for another hour or so, then deciding to go out to a small dance club that Terri knew (she was younger, and had a more current night life). John handled the tab while the girls went to the ladies room. 

"John is so nice," Terri told her as they walked to the back. "You are so lucky. I'm happy for you, and happy that we met."

"We're happy, too," Lena grinned, "John has really allowed me to grow. A year ago I didn't think I could love him more, but I do."

"He seems to be a real pleasure."

"It's not a fairy tale; we've had our disagreements like any other adults. But we're so happy together..."

"And you guys share your interests."

"Yeah, now," Lena replied. "A year ago, we didn't even have these interests, and you never would have noticed us." She thought again of that night, the flashing, the fantasies of being fucked in public, in front of John. 

They chatted in the ladies room, politely, as there were other women there. On the way back to the table, Terri stopped her, pulling her to a quiet spot before returning to the table.

"Lena, I have to ask you something," she said, hesitatingly. "We've only just met each other, really, and our friendship is based pretty much on our interest in sex," she continued. Lena noticed Terri's eyes were avoiding hers. "I know that we could have just a sex relationship, but I have had that with other people." Terri paused, took a deep breath. "I've met you guys, and I really think we can be more than 'fuck-buddies'. I want you and John as friends, not just another partner." Lena watched her, and Terri's eyes finally met hers, and held her gaze. "When I was getting ready tonight, I really thought I was going to just 'have' you both, but now I don't want to." She paused again. "That didn't sound right."

"You've got me totally confused."

Terri sighed, exasperated. "You guys are hot, I knew that the night we met. After we talked, I knew that you and I had a connection, that we had a lot in common, and that we could be friends AND enjoy our mutual interests."

"I felt the same way!" 

"I know you did, baby; we are two of a kind, I think." Terri took her hand. "I knew that eventually I would be another adventure for you and John, and you guys would be another piece of my history. I thought that tonight might be the start of a hot sexual relationship." She paused. "But having met John, and seeing you two together, I don't want that."

Lena felt a pang of rejection, confusion.

"You're not- I thought that you would- we don't interest you anymore?"

"No! No, it's not that! You interest me too much! Like I said, I thought we might have some fun tonight, like the night we met. But now I think I just want to hang with you two. I feel a connection that's bigger, better than the sexual turn-on, and I don't want to miss out on it." Terri sighed, heavily. "I want to NOT have sex with you and John tonight."

Lena's mind whirled, seeing fantasies of the three of them, doing things Lena had described, things Lena had seen and read about, never dared. She felt a rush of heat, of lust and want, and then rejection and confusion.

"But you...you don't want...I thought you said... John will be disappointed. I'll be... no, I am disapp-"

"No, no, damn I knew I would say it wrong!" Terri face twisted in frustration. "I just want to hold off! I don't want to do it tonight!" Her voice was strained, almost pleading. "I think that you guys are special, and I think that we can be very close friends, and I don't want to jeopardize that." Her hand were holding Lena's upper arms, stroking them gently, almost caressing. "In my history, my relationships are often based only on sex, or when I get a good relationship, my sexual desires ruin it." 

"You seemed okay with that the other day, when we talked."

"I was, then, or thought I was. But seeing you two together, I...I don't want to risk it. I know we met based on sex, if everything goes right, sex will always be an exciting part of our relationship. But I want to have more than that with you two, and I don't want to endanger what you two have together. I want to spend time with you, with John, with both of you. Become friends." She smiled. "I want the sex. Badly. But I want you two as friends, first. What you two have is special; I can feel it. I don't want to ruin it, or get between it, or break it. I want you both as friends first, and then as lovers."

Lena flushed, torn between the affection for the other woman's honesty and her own need for stimulation. "I have to confess I was looking forward to tonight. To a hot adventure," she confessed.

"Oh, Lena, I'm sorry, I – damn!"

"Don't be, Terri," she said, and impulsively hugged her, feeling her chest pressing against Terri's, aware as she had never been before of her breasts rubbing against another woman's. "I think it's a great idea, and it took a lot of courage on your part to do this!" Terri squeezed back, and Lena felt her hands at the small of her back. They broke the hug, and Lena added, "this way I can relax, at least! I felt like a high school girl on a first date!" They laughed together, and headed back to the table, where John was waiting patiently. Lena leaned to Terri's ear, whispered, "How should I tell John that he's not getting any?" 

Terri stopped and turned to her, and in a hoarse whisper, said, "Are you kidding? He's going to fuck your brains out when this night is over! You'll be lucky if he waits till you get home! I hope you didn't think that I wasn't going to tease him, and you, all night long!" She wore a sly grin. "I am going to tease you both, mercilessly! But I wanted you to know that I don't want to end up in bed with you two tonight. One day, soon, I will, after we all know each other better." She leaned into Lena's ear, whispering, because they were close to the table now. "And when that day comes, you'll let John fuck me- no, you will make him fuck me, and you will get to see it all."

Lena's pussy gushed as she felt Terri's hot breath in her ear, hearing the lust in her voice, audible desire combined with a mental image of John's dick in Terri's pussy, and she heard herself saying "yes, oh, yes" before she realized it. And then they were at the table, and John was standing, asking "What took you two so long? The car is waiting outside." 

Terri linked her right arm with John's, and her left with Lena's as they went to the curb. As the car pulled up, Lena heard Terri say, "John, we are going to have a lot of fun tonight, and later, you are going to fuck Lena until she can't walk." She was speaking out loud, and Lena saw people nearby turning their heads. "And she told me that one day, but not tonight, she's going to make you fuck me."

Lena watched John grin, and they got into the car.

On the drive to the dance club Terri mentioned to John how lucky he was to have such a fun, interesting and hot woman as his wife, and how impressed she was that he had gotten Lena to ask to be his Sex Slave. John agreed, but had to correct her; Lena used to be a Sex Slave, but she had recently been relieved of her Slave duties, to become his slut wife.

Terri was speechless, and stared at Lena, open-mouthed. John convinced Lena to tell her the story, correcting her and clarifying some of the details. Through it all Terri was dumbfounded, but asked some questions, mostly descriptions. Lena's pussy was fairly dripping by the time they got to the club, and she wondered if John would fuck her before they went in. 

They settled into the club, getting a small booth near the back where they could talk. It was not one of those wall-to-wall people clubs, just some decent music, slightly older crowd, and not so loud that you couldn't talk. Dark enough, but not too dark to be able to see and appreciate the fashionable patrons. John went to the men's room, leaving her and Terri alone for a few minutes. Terri was looking at her with a new air of appreciation, almost worship. 

"You are my idol," she said, admiringly.

"What?"

Terri leaned into her, hand on Lena's forearm. "First you tell me you're his Sex Slave, and then I find out you begged to be his slut wife! Amazing!"

Torn between embarrassment and pride, Lena blushed, and squeezed her thighs together, squirming in the seat. "It was an impulse, really." She blurted. "I really loved my slave time. But I wanted, I dunno, more? I think I got impatient."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, as John got me to do more, exposed me to more, challenged me more, I learned that there was more to do, and enjoy. I became more and more aware of things that I would do if I had the chance. And I think I didn't want to wait for the chance. I wanted to- oh!" She looked down to see that Terri was rubbing her own crotch as she spoke. "I- uh, I wanted to pursue opportunities, to make them, oh damn, Terri that is so hot!" 

"You make it hot, you slut." 

John returned, and before he sat down, Terri stood and dragged him to the dance floor. "Order us drinks," she called out as they left.

The waitress came, Lena ordered drinks, and then looked around as she waited. After the waitress returned she sat, sipping, and then turned to the dance floor to see John dancing with Terri. Terri had her body pushed up against John, and was grinding her crotch on his, doing a fair imitation of fucking right on the dance floor. Her arms were around him, one down on his ass, rubbing and squeezing as other dancers stole glances at them. They moved to the pulsing beat like lovers in heat, pounding each other, grappling. Terri spun then, rubbing her back against John's chest, humping his groin with her ass. One of her hands was at his side, rubbing his leg as they moved together, the other hand took his and rubbed it on her breasts, then down to her stomach, reaching the top of her pants.

It was the closest thing to sex she had ever seen without actual sex, and once again her pussy heated and gushed. She squirmed. 

They returned to the table, laughing, at the end of the song, and Terri was telling Lena what a great dancer John was. "He can really move," she said, sipping her vodka, "and his body feels wonderful, all smooth and hard. In all the right places, too!" Lena had noticed John's bulging erection as they sat. "I can't wait to see him in action!" 

They all laughed and joked for a few minutes. Terri was sitting between them in the booth, Lena on the left and John on the right. As they spoke Lena noticed that Terri sipped her drink with her left hand, and her right hand was at her side, under the table. She wondered if she was rubbing herself again, and looking closer, saw that the angle was wrong. 

"Terri!" she interrupted, laughing. "Are you rubbing my husband's cock?"

Terri laughed, put her drink down, and her other hand left the table as she said, "I'm doing this." Suddenly Lena felt fingers under her skirt, and a Terri's hand quickly moved to her crotch, rubbing at the flimsy thong covering her slit. "Damn, you are as wet as me!" Terri exclaimed, as Lena's legs involuntarily spread, allowing the other woman access to her, and feeling the stimulation tense in her stomach. Her hips slid forward on the seat. Terri turned to her and said, "Your husband's cock is hard as steel." Lena felt experienced fingers slip the small fabric to the side, and briefly pass into her wet slit, then leave. Terri turned to John. "And this," she said to him, raising her fingers to his lips, "is how wet your hot wife is." Lena watched as John's lips opened and Terri's fingers slipped into his waiting mouth. 

Lena grabbed her drink and took a big sip, watching John suck Terri's fingers clean. Terri pulled them out, laughing lightly, and said, "You two are going to have some good times tonight!" She drank, then pushed Lena out of the booth, "Come on, you animal, your turn to dance."




Lena's New Life Ch. 19



Lena got up, hoping that she hadn't left a wet spot on the back of her skirt, and let Terri pull her to the dance floor. They dance casually, occasionally grabbing each other's shoulder to talk. Lena mentioned how hot she looked dancing with John. 

"When we were dancing, I reminded him that you were going to make him fuck me one day. He said you wouldn't have to work too hard at it!" Even leaning in to reach other's ears to speak, they had to raise their voices to be heard over the music. 

"He's pretty hot for you." Lena replied. "I once watched another woman blow him, but I've never watched him fuck someone else!"

"I want to watch your face when he's doing it." 

"He fucks really good, you're going to love it. He's got a great cock!" They were dancing a little closer together now, their bodies occasionally touching. Terri reached for her with both hands then, and pulled them together. 

"I'm looking forward to it," she said, and Lena felt their bodies moving against each other. "He told me that after he does me, he wants to see me do you!" Again, the hot breath at her ear sent chills through her, a delicious tingle. Combined with their bodies pressing together, it made her knees weak. 

"He wants you to fuck me? How?" Lena felt her cheek pressed against the over woman's face as she spoke into her ear. Terri's hands were at Lena's waist, pulling her in, and she felt Terri's leg slip between hers. 

"He wants me to wear a strap-on, and fuck you." Their cheeks were pressed together, thighs were grinding against pussies now, and Lena felt Terri's hand slip down to grasp a butt cheek. She was feeling her up right on the dance floor! She felt her pussy gushing, and her nipples were hard and tight. "He wants to watch me lick you, too." Lena felt the hand on her ass slide down her leg, feeling the tops of her stocking. Their hips ground against each other, still moving in time to the music. Lena was dimly aware of other dancers looking at them, and saw one girl slap her man on the shoulder and march him off the dance floor. Others were staring, but she didn't care. The hand on her thigh reached the bottom of her dress and slid up under her skirt, caressing the back of her thigh. Terri's voice wasn't lowered, it remained insistent over the loud music. "He wants to see you eat my pussy. He said you've never done it before," she felt Terri's face moving, and the hand under her skirt found her ass, and played there, squeezing and caressing her butt cheeks as they danced. She was looking right into Terri's eyes now, oblivious to the stares, feeling only her hot breath, the hand on her bare ass, their pussies grinding against each other. "He said he wants to fuck you while you eat my cunt!" 

And then suddenly Terri's lips met hers, and for the second time in her life Lena had her tongue in another woman's mouth, felt the other woman's tongue in hers, recognizing the difference; smaller, softer, and the lips fuller, but the kiss was just as insistent as any from John, or any guy she'd ever dated, and it melted her. She opened her mouth wider, lost in the act, the moment, desire flooding her, sensations running from her mouth to her chest, down her spine to the hand that still caressed her ass, pushing her hips against Terri's leg, and her pussy pulsed and suddenly she was cumming, and her eyes opened wide as she gasped into the kiss. She moaned her ecstasy into Terri's mouth, and kissed her hungrily, tasting the other woman, her eyes closed now as her legs trembled, Terri's hands and arms holding her up as she panted through her orgasm, right on the dance floor in full view of strangers.

The song was not finished, but her orgasm was, and they parted slightly, and Terri was smiling as Lena reopened her eyes, and she felt her hands guiding her off the dance floor. She realized she was walking, felt Terri's arm around her waist, and then she was at the booth, and John and Terri were helping her sit. Her crotch was soaked, and she heard John's voice, and Terri's, but she wasn't understanding them. Slowly the words registered, began to make sense. 

"...hottest thing I've ever seen..."

"...everyone staring..."

"...can't believe she came..."

"...lucky man ... so hot, it's unbelievable..."

Lena sat up suddenly, and said, "We have to go."

"Whoa, she's back," she heard Terri."

"We have to go, now." The urgency in her voice made it clear that she was not making a suggestion. They got up, John took care of the bill, and they headed for the door. They were outside, John was calling the car, and Terri began, "Why did..." but Lena hushed her suddenly, in a no-nonsense tone. They waited in silence for the car. It pulled up, and they got in. Terri gave the driver directions to her house so they could drop her off. As the car pulled into traffic, Terri turned back to them, and began to speak when Lena leaped across the seat onto her.

Terri fell back as Lena landed on her, reaching for her face, kissing her, and Terri kissed her back, as their hands explored each other's bodies. Terri's tongue was in her moth again, she couldn't remember ever being this hot, remembering cumming on the dance floor as she kissed another woman, this woman, this hot woman, and then her hand was inside Terri's blazer, and pulling her camisole down, and still they kissed as Lena's hand found the stiff nipple, pinching and squeezing it, at the same time feeling Lena's hand on her ass. 

Lena finally broke the kiss, pulling away and sitting, panting, next to Terri. They both looked at John, who was staring, open-mouthed, his pants bulging where his dick had gone fully hard. Lena smiled, her breathing returning to normal, and Terri let out a small whoop! of exhilaration as she pulled her camisole back up. Lena's skirt was bunched up in her lap, and her tiny thong, soaked, was completely exposed, as well as a good portion of her shaved pussy. She saw John looking between her legs, and spread them a little wider. 

"Hot, right? Look how fucking wet these are." She rubbed her hand on the small patch of fabric. 

"O-oh, yeah, that's hot," John crooned. 

"These are so wet, they're no use at all, anymore." She felt Terri and John watching as she lifted her hips, hooked her thumbs, and slid the wet thong off, completely exposing her sticky, puffy lips and open slit. "Damn." she said, "that's better." She tossed them to John. "Here, hold these." 

"Easy for you," Terri joked, "I can't do that!" Lena looked down at Terri's pants, saw that there was a huge wet spot on her leg, at mid-thigh, where her pussy had rubbed, and flooded. She flushed, embarrassed. "Oh, shit, did I do that!"

"No," Terri laughed, "It must have been one of the other girls who came all over me!"

They all laughed.

Soon they were outside Terri's, and each of them kissed her goodnight; not a friendly, cheek peck, but full; lips and tongue kisses. Lena felt a little awkward watching John kiss another woman, but brushed it aside when Terri grabbed his hard-on through his pants, and turned to her, saying, "You better get home and take of this, slut!"

And when they got home she did; twice in her pussy, and once in her mouth.



Lena's New Life Ch. 20



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings, and maybe Eighteen to catch up. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome. 

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Later that week Lena got it into her head that she and John needed an extra special night. 

Of course, sex between them was frequent, almost nightly, and sometimes twice in a day. Some sessions went two, three, even four times. Their sex had usually been good; now it was great, often spectacular, always vigorous and enthusiastic. And sometimes, when the mood was on them, they pushed the limits to satisfy their desire for the kinkiest, nastiest and hottest sex ever.

Tonight the mood was on Lena.

Recently freed from her slavery, she wanted to flex her muscles in her new role as the Slut Wife. She told him in the morning to be ready 'for fun' when he got home, and dropped him nasty and seductive voicemails and text messages all day. She made her arrangements, prepared for John to return home from work, and made sure everything was ready. When John walked in she was bathed, shaved, perfumed and made up. She stood at the front door wearing only a short silk robe, opened to her navel, and held a bottle of champagne and two glasses. 

"Would you like to hit the showers, dear?" she asked, giving him a seductive pose and sidelong glance. 

He took a glass with him to the shower. When he was finished he was cleaned and shaved, and returned to the bedroom, still dripping, with a towel around his waist. She was waiting for him, naked on the bed, sipping champagne and fucking herself with a dildo. She put on her sultry teasing sex voice, the one that sounds like a blend of exaggerated whisper and ecstasy.

"O-oh, baby's all clean and wet," she cooed, "and ready for action, I hope." Her eyes dropped from his face to the front of his towels where a bulge was beginning. 

"Not completely ready, yet," he replied. He removed the towel to expose his dick as it started to harden. He put the towel on his head and began drying. "I might need some assistance to be fully ready," he hinted. Rubbing his head made his body shake, and his hardening member bobbed up and down as is grew. 

"You're in luck, baby," she said, shifting her position to the edge of the bed. She put her glass on the nightstand, but left the dildo inside her. "The dick hardening department is open for business, and I am the department expert!" She reached for him, pulling his body forward while he toweled, and opened her mouth to receive his growing dick into her mouth.

"M-mm, yummy," she said, pulling off with a wet sound. "I love your dick in my mouth." She opened, sucking it back in, feeling the shaft hardening in her mouth, swelling to full size, the loose skin stretching to silky smoothness on her tongue. The head, full and round, pushed against the back of her throat as she pushed herself down on it, then pulled back. She looked at his dick, glistening and wet, shiny with her saliva, the thick veins pulsing, the fat head purple and swollen. "That is a beautiful cock," she said, looking up at him, "Just thinking about it make me hot. Seeing it like this, all hard and slick, makes my pussy wet!"

She sat up, one hand still on the base of his shaft, and he threw the towel aside. His damp hair was tousled and standing up; and he smelled shower-sweet, his skin warm, damp. In between sentences she enveloped his dick into her mouth.

"My pussy is so hot thinking about this."

Suck.

"I was so hot I had to fuck myself with a dildo."

Suck.

"Want to watch me?"

As she pushed her mouth down onto his rigid shaft, her free hand went between her legs. She pulled one foot up to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. The dildo was still inside her, and her free hand played with it, swirling it around, then pumping it slowly in and out. 

"M-mm, I'm fucking myself while I suck your dick."

Suck.

"I'm imagining I'm getting fucked by another man while I suck your cock."

Suck. She thought she felt his hips thrust into her.

"His hard cock is fucking my wet pussy."

Suck. He groaned, reacting to her fantasy talk.

"Want to see how wet that makes me?"

Suck.

She pulled her mouth off his dick, holding it at the base of the shaft, and with her other hand, pulled the dildo out of her pussy, bringing it up next to his dick. It was one of her realistic ones, flesh colored, with veins and a mushroom head, about the same dimensions as John. She held it at the base, the way she was holding John's, side by side. John's was slick with her saliva; the dildo was slick with her pussy juices. She could smell her scent on it. 

"O-ooh, see how wet my pussy is from getting fucked!" 

And she descended on the dildo, hearing John moan as she sucked her own wetness off the artificial cock. She swirled her head, relishing the musky tang of her own juices, feeling her pulse rush at her nasty action. She switched then from the dildo to John, then back, and again, alternating, feeling the heat and pulse in one, and tasting her own arousal on the other. 

She pulled off to talk between switches.

"What a slut I am."

John.

"I'm sucking two cocks at once!"

Dildo.

"It's so fucking hot!"

John.

"I can taste my pussy on the cock that fucked me!"

Dildo. John groaned.

She pulled off then, and put the dildo down, and looked up at him. "Did you like that? Did you like watching your slut wife get fucked while she sucked your dick?" She was stroking his dick now as she spoke. "Did you like seeing me suck that other cock? Do I look hot and sexy with a big cock in my mouth? Does it look as good as it feels?"

"Hell yes!" John shouted.

She sat back, one hand still stroking him, gently now. "Here's what we're going to do. You are going to lay on the bed, and I am going to tie you up. You are not going to talk, except to tell me when you think you are going to cum. You will not cum until I tell you that you are allowed, so you have to tell me every time you get close. If you cum before, I will not untie you."

"All I have to do is tell you when I'm getting close to cumming?"

"You have to give me enough warning that I can stop whatever I'm doing."

John grinned. "You got it, baby. I'm in!" He climbed onto the bed and lay on his back, spread-eagled. 

Lena walked around the bed, pulling up the straps and restraints she had placed during the day. She strapped the restraints around John's wrists and ankle, then tightening the straps that secured them to the corner posts. As she tightened the last one, she said, "Good boy. Now remember, no cumming until I tell you to, no talking except to warn me, and you must do everything I tell you."

"You didn't say that before!"

"Oh, sorry! Did I forget?" She leaned down to him, darted her tongue into his lips, adding, "You don't have much of a choice now, do you? Besides," she finished, standing upright and shrugging off the silk robe, "I'll think you'll love what I have in mind!"

She looked down at his dick, noting that it had softened slightly during the tie-down. "Now remember, you are only allowed to warn me. No other speaking." She pointed her finger at him. "Starting now." He nodded his agreement. "Good. Well, to start, we better get this meat stick back to full strength." She climbed on the bed next to him, reaching for his member, stroking it lightly. "Poor baby, not getting enough attention." She looked at him and pouted, her lips pushed out and pursed. "I wonder if I can help him?" She held the shaft straight up, and lowered her head to it, engulfing his cock in its semi-hard state. She pushed her nose all the way to the neatly trimmed edge of pubic hair bordering his shaved dick and balls. She pulled off, and dropped her head between his spread legs, grunting her pleasure as she lathered his ball sack with her tongue. She stroked him until he was fully hard, "There, that's better," and then began sucking him in earnest, a real blowjob, not just stimulation, but sucking and pumping to bring on his orgasm. She was pumping her mouth and her hands, drooling saliva, grunting and moaning around the shaft. She felt the head sliding back and forth over her tongue, between her lips, felt his hips pumping up to meet her mouth. Damn, she loved to suck his cock! She thought about her fantasy then, sucking another man, John watching as a different cock pumped her mouth, and then she heard John call out.

"I'm close," he managed, and she pulled off, and let go of his shaft. She was hot, and anxious, and she wanted to impale herself on it, imagining sucking another dick as she fucked John, but there was so much she wanted to do, and if he came now... She resisted, and looked up at him. She rubbed his chest, with one hand. 

"Good boy. Very good. Next time, just say 'stop', OK?" 

He nodded.

"Good. Well," she said, still looking him in the eye, "all that dick sucking has made my pussy all wet again. Want to see?"

He nodded, but she didn't care, and wasn't looking for a response. "It doesn't matter, dear, you're going to see whether you want to or not," she chided him, lifting a leg over him, and crawling up until her crotch was at his chest. She lifted up then, squatting over his chest, her legs spread, her wet hole open and pointing at him. She watched him staring at it, then looking at her. With one hand on the headboard for balance, she used the other to spread her lips, showing him the full red and purple insides of her swollen and aroused pussy. She groaned as she rubbed at her clit, smearing her juices. "M-mm, it's so wet, damn, I can smell my slut pussy from here. Can you smell me? You see how excited I get sucking cock?" Two fingers slipped inside her hole, finding her G-spot, playing there, then slipping out, coated in her fluid. "O-oh, yeah, I'm so wet. Open." He opened his mouth and she slipped the fingers into him, playing with his tongue as he sucked the musky sweetness from them. 

"Yeah, suck my pussy off those fingers. See how wet I am? Doesn't my pussy taste good?" She pulled her fingers out, returned them to her silky folds, spreading her lips and exposing her clit. Her vaginal muscles clenched involuntarily as her fingers brushed her hard button. "Look at my pussy, baby. See the liquid just dripping out, soaking my pretty lips. See my clit, all hard and standing up. She wants your attention. She's calling you, baby. She's saying, 'lick me, lick me'!" She shuffled forward, her hot slit just out of his reach, and her middle finger slipped onto her clit, rubbing it as the other fingers held her open and exposed. 

"I want you to eat me. Eat my pussy. Get that tongue inside me and lick my hole out. Lick my clit, suck on it, suck my lips, lick my clit till I cum all over your pretty face. I want to flood your face with my cum. Stick your tongue out, now. As far as it will go."

She watched his mouth stretch open, and his tongue stretch out, straining to her. She shuffled closer, lifting up slightly, then removed her other hand from the headboard. Using both hands now, she spread herself wide open, pressing her open love hole onto his pink tongue. She watched it disappear inside her.

"Oh-h, yeah, that's hot, so hot to see your little tongue going into my slut hole, yeah." She pressed herself down onto his mouth, feeling the tongue moving inside her. "Oh, I can feel it moving, feel it licking me inside!" She shifted her hips and her clit brushed his nose. "Oh, that's good. Now, hold your tongue still, as far out as you can." She waited for it to be still, then, still holding herself open, lifted up off his face, watching the pink muscle emerge from her opening. "Hold still," she repeated, and slowly, gently, she lowered and raised herself on him. "I am fucking your tongue! Oh, I'm riding on it like it's a dick in my pussy!" She watched it going in and out, saw the nectar of her pussy dripping onto his tongue, in and out as she moved, the tip of his tongue entering her, coated with her liquid. 

"Oh, your tongue is so good to me, licking my sweet hole, fuck, that's good!" She shuddered, then shifted her hips back, until her clit was at his mouth. "Now make me cum. Lick my little clit until I fucking cum." She shifted her position, changing from a squat to a kneeling position, pressing her pussy down onto his mouth, feeling his tongue tip dancing around her hard clit. Engorged with blood, it swelled up, and her hands pulled back the lips and hood, exposing it to the full attention of his mouth. The direct contact was almost too much, and she shook between wanting it to stop and wanting it to never stop, the exquisite sensation almost overwhelming. She felt it build in her, her body tensing from her pussy to the top of her spine, felt her vaginal muscles clench as her mouth opened and her breath came in short gasps as her anus tightened. And then her orgasm exploded, and she was screaming, screaming her climax, her hips pushed down in total desire as if trying to fuck his entire head. She felt his tongue still at her clit, and she pulled from the direct contact when it was too much to bear, then pressed him again as the pleasure subsided, regaining the crest, her entire body now shaking uncontrollably. Still she shouted, not just sound, some words now, "fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over, and her pussy spilled a torrent of her juices into his mouth, onto his face, until finally the wave receded, and she collapsed, pushing herself to the side so as not to smother him as she recovered. To the side and backwards she fell, shifting to get her legs out from beneath her, she lay on her back, her head pointing to his feet, one leg draped over his chest, her crotch propped up on his side, legs open, her pussy pointing at him, gaping open, calling him for more pleasure.

"Oh, dear, I do love those earth-shattering orgasms!" she managed when her breath returned. She lifted her head up to see John staring into her pussy. "You like?" He raised his eyebrows, and nodded. She watched, and clenched her Kegel muscles, and saw John's eyes open wide as the entrance to her love hole closed, and then reopened as she relaxed. "Cute trick, right?" He nodded.

She pulled her leg off him and rolled over, noticing that his dick was at half-mast again. "Oh, poor little Big Boy, he feels neglected!" She looked back at John. "Say Stop." And she leaned over him, sucking him again until he was hard. Once she had him fully erect she began talking in between her plunges.

"You know, being in control is so much more fun."

Plunge. She was facing away from him, talking out loud. 

"Although, I really could not have done this alone."

Plunge. Swirl. Her ass was raised, pointing in his direction.

"Actually, I should be thanking you."

Plunge. Lick. She raised a leg and straddled him, her ass up in the air

"You liberated me by making me a slave!"

Plunge. Deeper. Hold. Release.

She raised herself up on her arms, and put her head down, looking between her tits and her legs, to talk to him. "When you made me your slave, I didn't have to worry about what I was doing, or whether it was 'right', or 'normal', or anything. You made all the decisions, and I did what I was told. But I learned that there was no reason to avoid those things; in fact, they were fun, and I looked forward to doing them!"

Plunge, Swirl, Repeat.

"Now I can do anything, because you taught me it was OK!" 

Plunge.

"Don't forget to say stop!"

And once again she went into aggressive blowjob mode, stimulating him with both her hands and her mouth, supported on her elbows, bouncing her head down, over and over, snorting, drooling and grunting as she sucked his luscious hard shaft. She wiggled her ass for effect, kept going, rubbing stroking sucking and plunging, over and over until she heard him.

"Stop!"

And she pulled up, releasing him, and waited, still as his pending ejaculation subsided. She watched his cock straining, eager to cum, his balls tight to his body, glistening along with his beautiful cock. Her ass was on his chest, and she looked over her shoulder. "I bet you're building up a nice big load in there for me, aren't you?" His face strained with the urge to finish. 

She spun around, and kissed him, deeply; a wet sloppy kiss with her puffy blow-job lips. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues wrestled. "M-mm, yeah," She kissed him again. "I wasn't kidding about thanking you. It really is all because of you. I want you to know I appreciate it." She sat up, straddling his chest. "And to show you how much I appreciate, I will let you lick my pussy some more!" She spread her legs, leaning back. "My wet pussy." Closer. "My hot, juicy, steaming slit." Closer. "My tunnel of ecstasy." Closer, almost to his mouth. She looked down into his face. "My cunt." And she pushed it onto his mouth, cramming it at him, feeling his lips working at hers, kissing her hole like he had kissed her mouth, tonguing it, sucking the lips, moving up to her clit, finding it with his insistent tongue. Teasing, pressing, flicking at it. "Yeah, lick me, baby. That's right, lick my slut hole. Oh yeah, I love your tongue in me, that feels so good, yeah." She rubbed her hips down onto his face. "Oh, look what you did, what a slut I am, I love this so much, it feels so good." The sensations were filling her, and she threw her head back, leaning back on her arms. She listened to the sound of her wet hole rubbing against John's face, listened to his tongue slathering her, feeling his mouth on her. The wet nasty sounds of uninhibited lust, and the sensations she felt combined to inflame her desire and create an added urge. She momentarily resisted, then embraced that urge and took action to satisfy it. 

She shifted her weight forward, pulling her knees up, spreading her legs wide and leaning back on one arm behind her. Confused, John was straining to reach her pussy with his tongue, but it was too high, too far. She looked down at him; his neck strained forward, stretching his pink tongue to reach her, but only managing to touch the lowest edge of her open pussy. His eyebrows lifted, questioningly. "You know what I want," she whispered, and clenched her hips forward again, his tongue slipping down past her pussy. "Do it." 

John looked at her, and he knew. "Do it," she whispered.

And John relaxed his neck, and lowered his chin, and his tongue snaked down, and the tip touched the wrinkled rosebud of her ass.

She watched as his tongue touched her, then her head dropped back and her eyes closed. She felt the light tickle as he brushed it, flicked it, then the soft insistent push as he wriggled his little pink organ on her hole, and the sensation shook her; she moaned in ecstasy, eyes closed, as nerve endings stimulated only by her own fingers and toys were attacked by his eager tongue. "Oh, fuck, that's sweet, lick me, John." She looked down at him, and her voice became insistent, commanding. "Lick me. Lick your slut's ass!" With one hand she grabbed his head, pulling it toward her as she thrust her hips. "Fuck! That's fucking hot!" She felt his little wet muscle penetrate her, and she grunted her satisfaction. "You like that? You like fucking my ass with your tongue?" She held her position for a few minutes, enjoying, relishing John's attention and enthusiasm, and then, in a rush, amazed at herself. A year ago she wouldn't have even thought something like this, and now, she could think it, do it, enjoy it, and even talk dirty about it!




Lena's New Life Ch. 20



"Yeah, lick my fucking ass! That feels so good! Yeah!" 

Then she suddenly pulled her hips off his face, brought her face close to his and looked into his eyes. They stared at each other, and then she kissed him, hard, felt his tongue in her mouth, not caring, wanting it, and then pulling off.

"Don't forget the say 'stop'!" she commanded.

And she spun around, again devouring his shaft, launching right into her full blowjob mode, pounding her mouth and hands up and down on him. She did it only briefly, wiggling her hips in his direction, out of his reach. The she pulled off, and swung her herself down into position above his cock. She reached between them, pointing him up at her wet, open slit. "Say stop, don't forget," she reminded him, and she slipped down, impaling herself on his rock-hard dick, releasing a moan of satisfaction as she filled herself.

"Oh, damn, I needed that. Oh, that's so good," she dropped her head, her body shuddering with pleasure. She looked up into his eyes. "No matter what we do, or how kinky we get, there is nothing like having your dick fuck my pussy, and there never will be." She shifted her position, grinding her crotch on his pole, feeling his rod rubbing against her cervix and banging against her g-spot, while her clit rubbed the base of his shaft, and moaned. "Fuck, my clit is so hard, your dick feels so good." She clenched now, as she rubbed, not fucking him, but building her own orgasm, fucking herself on his pole. She grunted with the effort, hoping he wouldn't yell 'stop' at the wrong time, feeling her clit on his base, crushing it against him, her breath coming in short gasps now. And then the gates opened and the flood of her orgasm began, her second, her entire groin exploding in pleasure as her body momentarily froze, paralyzed by passion, and her voice choked off, and then released in a shout of pleasure and joy as the sensations spread from her pussy to the rest of her. She was gasping, "I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming fuck fuck fuck fuck," and she collapsed onto his chest, and his dick popped out. She lay there, recovering from her climax, until she caught her breath.

Holy Shit! She thought. 

She propped herself up on her arms, hands next to his head, looking at him. "Wow." She said. She got off him them, and off the bed, retrieving the dildo they had started with. She climbed back on the bed. She propped one leg up, spreading herself, and slipped the dildo into her wet, sloppy pussy, sliding it in easily. "M-mm, it goes in so easy. My slut hole is so wet after I cum." She looked at him. "Remember, say 'stop' if you get close". 

She lay next to him, her head at his crotch, and her pussy next to his face, so she could make sure he could see her suck his cock or fuck herself. She reached for his shaft, rock hard, and slick with her cum, so close to her she could smell her musky cum scent. The smell, the anticipation of the taste, swelled her desire. 

"O-oh, look at that juicy dick, all covered in pussy cum, m-mm." Her tongue flicked out at the head, the tip tasting her juices, feeling his silky firm heat. She moved closer, licking all around the head. "M-mm, delicious. Not just my juices, but my cum, too." She dropped her mouth down over the tip, swirling her tongue around it. As she did, she pushed the dildo into her as far as it would go, and moaned her delight. She popped off. 

"Oh, damn, I'm getting fucked while I suck your dick."

Suck, thrust.

"Can you see the cock in my pussy fucking me?"

Suck, thrust.

"I'm getting fucked and your dick tastes like pussy."

Suck, thrust.

"M-mm, what if it was another pussy?"

Suck, thrust.

"What if I was getting fucked while I suck your dick after it was in another woman's pussy?"

Suck, thrust.

"Would you like that?" She moved onto all fours, not removing the dildo, looking back over his body to talk to him. "Would you like to fuck another hot pussy and then let me suck your dick? Would you like that?" 

Suck, thrust.

"O-oo, your dick tastes good covered in her juices."

Suck, thrust.

"I like that way her pussy tastes, too."

Suck, thrust.

"STOP!"

She pulled off, watching his dick twitching, cooing softly, allowing his climax to recede. His balls stayed tight to his body. 

"Whoa, that was close, huh, John? All that talk of me tasting pussy got you hot?" She looked over her shoulder at him. "Maybe instead of tasting it on your dick, I'll go for the source!" She kneeled down, and lifted a leg over his torso, so that her raised ass pointed towards his face as she straddled him. The dildo still slowly moved in and out as she fucked herself. "Would you like that? Watching me get fucked while I eat some pussy, John? You want to see me with my tongue in another woman's hot cunt? While another man fucks me? Maybe I'll lick a pussy that you just fucked, John. Would you like that? Do you think your slut wife would like to get fucked while she licks pussy?"

As she spoke she moved the dildo with more insistence; the dirty talk was making her so fucking hot! (would she go down on another woman? For some reason she wasn't turned off...) The dildo, her fantasy fucker, was really penetrating her now, not just sliding in and out. She moved her hand from between her legs, and reached for it around the back. She spoke as she lowered herself the rest of the way to her face. 

"You see him fucking me? You like to see my pussy full of cock, getting fucked? It feels so good getting fucked while I eat pussy, m-mm." She dropped her hips the last few inches, and her pussy was just above his face. "Lick me, John. Lick my clit while he fucks me." She felt the first touch, a flicker, and she shuddered with pleasure, yearning for the direct stimulation on her hard button. "Yeah, that's it, lick my little clit while I'm getting pounded. Don't stop." She felt it now, direct stimulation, he was really into it, no hesitation. "Oh, what a fucking he's giving me, lick me, baby. Lick your slut's fucked pussy!" She pulled the dildo out, shifted so her gaping wet hole was on his mouth. "Get your tongue in me, lick that hole where that nice cock was!" She felt his tongue wriggling inside her, felt him pushing his face up into her, and she pushed down in response. "Yeah! Lick my fucked cunt!" She pushed the dildo back in, he was still licking her hole as it passed his mouth. (would he do that? Would he lick it for real?) "Lick it John. Lick my pussy and his dick at the same time. Taste my pussy on him, like I tasted her pussy on you!" 

She felt his tongue leave her as she pumped the dildo, knowing that he was doing it... and the desire flooded her, the mental stimulation combined with the physical, and the intense liberation of that barrier being broken down, and her orgasm hit suddenly, no build, just the crash, and she was yelling, just sounds as she panted, then a long howl as her body spasmed and shook. She felt herself trembling, her pussy was gushing fluids. She had lifted herself up off his face, and her hand moved the dildo just an inch, back and forth, maintaining gentle, short motions as she rode her climax to its conclusion.

She lifted her leg over him, removed the toy, and turned around, and kissed him passionately, tasting herself, an image in her head, seeing him lick her as she was fucked, licking him, too, while she licked another woman. Just a flash, then gone, and she was all about the kiss, she loved him so much, and he was so hot, and he made her so fucking hot and horny. 

"Time for you to get some relief, I think!" She propped herself up on her arms, her body stretched out on his. She felt all the places they touched, where her skin pressed on his, and it was incredible. She was so aroused, that just the skin-on-skin contact was sending little tingling sensations through her. She needed to be fucked, and so did John! "You've been such a good boy for me! You did everything I asked, and you made me cum when I wanted it," she put the fake-pout voice on, "and you didn't get to cum at all yet." She kissed him again. "I can fix that for you." 

She scooted her body down, lifting her hips, pressing his hard straining shaft between his pelvis and her pussy. She shifted her hips back and forth, rubbing the shaft the length of her slit and letting a little moan out. "O-oo yeah, you are ready to cum, aren't you baby. I bet your load is huge in there, all the times you got close and I wouldn't let you cum." She lifted her hips and reached for his dick, pointing the head at the entrance to her pussy. "Don't talk, but this time," she said, lowering herself down, "don't tell me to stop." She felt the pressure as the smooth fat head opened her, pushing past her lips and into the wet heat of her pussy. She slid slowly, not stopping; she was so wet that it slipped right in. 

"Yeah, that's the cock I like. It turned me on when that other cock was in me, but this is the cock I love." She started riding up and down on him now, using her knees to raise herself up and down, watching his face and keeping a hand on his chest, watching for the signs of his climax. It was always in his eyes first, then she would feel his chest tighten, she knew. She wanted it now, wanted to feel him shooting his hot cum in her, filling her pussy. "I want you to cum for me, baby. Fill my pussy with your hot load." She was rising slowly, and dropping down quickly, feeling his cock pound her, hard as she could stand it, a forceful penetration. She felt her orgasm building, but knew that she wanted it to wait, she wanted his first, wanted to be filled with the sticky white cum, feel it dripping ...

She felt his chest, saw it coming.

"Are you cumming baby?" And she saw his eyes, and she pushed herself down, pushing her pussy as far down as she could, her ass touching his tight ball sack, and she felt the first pulse, and his mouth opened, sound came out but no words, and she held still on him, encouraging him, feeling the pulses, feeling the wetness spread, it was a big load, and she told him what a great fuck he was, that she could feel him cumming in her, how sweet his cum was, how hot. He was shooting deep into her, all the way up into her, and she felt the heat, the wetness, as the pulses subsided, and then stopped. 

John let out a deep breath, and Lena smiled.

She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, his cock beginning to soften. "I'm going to make myself cum now," she said. "I'm going to rub my clit until I cum, with my pussy all sloppy and full of your cum." She rubbed a little faster, bringing her orgasm closer. She whispered to him, "You want to see?"

He nodded. 

She lifted off his cock, and it flopped onto his stomach, slightly deflated. She quickly put her hand over her fucked hole, holding it closed, feeling the first of his cum trying to leak out. She held her hand there as she moved, crawling up his body until her pussy was at his face. She pushed herself upright, and looked down into his eyes. Her hand still covered her pussy, the heel of her palm pressing her clit. She was close. Their eyes met. "Watch me cum," she said, "and enjoy my pussy." 

She slid her hand away, and began rubbing her clit. She watched and felt the first blob of John's cum drip from her pussy, thick and white, onto his face. She saw his eyes; they were staring at her opening, and she saw a second, then a huge third, a gush of cum as the bulk of his load reached her opening, pouring out onto his face; she watched him open his mouth, accepting it, his head straining to reach her, and then her eyes closed and her head fell back as her orgasm struck, the vision of John's face catching his cum as it dripped from her pussy frozen in her head, her hand rubbing her climax through her, and then she took her hand away and dropped her pussy down to John's face. She heard him moan in pleasure as his tongue entered her, and she rode the rest of her orgasm rubbing her cum-soaked dripping pussy onto his mouth as her ate the fuck out of her, and she came, and came, and came. The spasms pushed his load out of her, mingled with her own juices, and still she came, and still John licked and moaned.

Finally, the waves subsided, and she lifted her leg over him, and lay down next to him and kissed him, tasting her cum, his cum, and they kissed a long, hot, slow and luxurious kiss. When they broke the kiss she told him he could speak now, and began unclamping his restraints.

"You are something else," John grinned up at her. When she released the last limb, John sprung up, wrapping his arms around her, and the fell onto the bed, laughing and kissing. 

"That was the hottest ever," John gasped at her. 

Lena took his face in her hands, pulled him to her, and moved in to kiss him. Just before their lips touched she turned her head, and licked a large wet dripping of cum from the side of his face. She heard him moan, and took her mouthful, and kissed him, and then they were both moaning. She felt his dick rising against her stomach.

"Yeah, baby, I feel dessert coming up!" she laughed.

"You do that to me!"

"Well, you should go wash your face and then get back in here. Better yet, why don't we take a shower together? Then we can come in for seconds." She paused, looked at him with a sly expression. "Or maybe I'll just drop the soap...?"



Lena's New Life Ch. 21



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings. 17 and 18 would get you up to speed, I guess. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome. 

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As they pulled into the driveway of the house Lena realized that she had not imagined big enough. They knew from the address that this was a wealthy neighborhood, and that Muriel probably had a big house. They did not imagine the estate. 

Rolling up the driveway she remembered back to the invitation: elegant embossed cards inviting them to an outdoor dinner party and fundraiser at her house, with a very upscale address. Confused, she's shaken the envelope and found a handwritten note (in a classy and cultured script) from Muriel.

Her find flashed back instantly. Muriel. Watching them at the dinner party. John going down on Lena outside. Muriel watching. Lena making her suck John's dick, making her swallow his load. Playing with Muriel's nipple. Kissing her. 

Muriel.

Her hands had trembled a little when she read the letter. Muriel had been traveling out of the country, and hadn't gotten in touch with them after that dinner affair. She was back, she was throwing a fancy luncheon party, she wanted to see them, and could they come to the party? It wouldn't be a lot of fun, a bunch of stuffed society stiffs, but she wanted to see them, and they could stay after, stay over, and the food and drinks would be great, and she'd wanted to see them.

She wanted to see them.

The note included directions, and how to dress, and what to expect, and instructions for clothes to bring, to stay overnight.

And now they were pulling up in the circular drive in front of the house; not a house, a manor; a valet took the car, someone escorted them through the property to the rear of the house. This isn't a yard, Lena thought, these are The Grounds. My God, the place is tremendous. Their escort left them near the bar and food, tables nearby held small groups of overdressed upper-crust characters. The property went forever in every direction, and she had to stop herself from staring like a tourist. 

John seemed perfectly comfortable, and went to the bar and ordered drinks. Lena pretended to fit in while she waited for him to return. Drinks in hand, they walked the party, talking to each other, glancing casually at the crowd (they were, after the initial novelty, not very interesting) and pretending to belong. All the while they kept an eye out for Muriel. They walked the patio, the lawn, the pool area, the food tents, occasionally accepting a glass of champagne from the offered trays carried by the wait staff floating through the crowd. No sign of Muriel, but there were a lot of people there, and it would easy not to be seen.

Eventually Lena excused herself to go inside to use the bathroom. As she approached the house she saw Muriel, as pretty as she remembered (but not as young as her first impression) coming out of the house, talking to the caterer, it seemed. She did a double-take, dismissed the caterer, and looked full at Lena.

"Lena?"

"Muriel," she squeaked. "Hi. I mean, hi, thanks," she stumbled, flustered, "thanks for inviting us. It's great, the house is beautiful. We were really looking forward to seeing...um, could show me where the bathroom is?"

"Oh, of course. Silly of me. Matter of fact, I'll bring you upstairs to the nice one." Muriel lowered her voice as she took Lena's are and escorted her inside. "All the old society biddies are using the downstairs. The Men are using the pool house. C'mon upstairs." They walked a few rooms in silence, to another part of the house. A guest wing? Arriving at a wide staircase that led to the second floor, Muriel started speaking again, now that they were alone. "I'm so glad you came, is John with you? I really wanted to see you both," she prattled, "I'm sorry I didn't get back in touch right away but I was out of the country, and then had to plan this event when I returned. I'm so glad you came, are you staying over? I'll have them move your car up after the guests leave." She was babbling a little as they reached the landing, walked the hall. She opened a door, showing Lena a bedroom. 

"Did you say John's with you?"

"Yes, he is, he's outside, waiting for me."

"Are you staying over?"

"We brought stuff, but we don't want to be any trouble."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! Here, here's your room for tonight, there's a bathroom attached, you can use that. Later I'll have them bring your car up, after the guests leave, and you can throw your stuff in here." Lena walked to the bathroom, catching Muriel grinning and watching her in the mirror as she passed. "I'm so glad you're staying!"

Lena entered the bathroom. More like a guest house, Lena admired as she relieved herself. Freaking bathroom is bigger than my bedroom! And beautiful! Stone, marble, all elegant and understated, not fancy and gaudy. Finished, she came back out. The bedroom was also understated, but tasteful. Like an elegant and stylish resort. 

"Whew, thanks," she grinned, emerging. "This room is beautiful, Muriel. The bathroom...hell, the whole house is beautiful." She was walking towards Muriel, who stood just inside the room, the door closed. "I've never seen anything like it, really. Thanks for having us over, we-"

As she approached, Muriel stepped up to her, put her hands on her shoulders, and suddenly kissed her, tenderly, on the lips, a full, soft, luxurious kiss, just a touch of tongue. Lena, surprised, stood still, then relaxed a little, and remembered that night, and found her arm was suddenly resting on Muriel's waist.

They broke, and Muriel looked into her eyes. "I've thought about that since we met. Come on, they'll miss me soon, and those dried up old cougars will be all over John.

As they wound their way back Muriel told her some more of her background; Dad had money, he'd died some years ago, left her very comfortable. She was early thirties; Lena said she would have guessed late twenties, and Muriel thanked her. The house was part of the divorce settlement, as was the boat.

"Divorce? The night we met you mentioned a husband."

"Ex. Five years now. We bought the house together. We parted on decent terms." 

"You live alone."

"Well, I have the staff," she chuckled. "Seriously, mostly I live in the wing we just left. The rest is for show, and parties. I have a couple of regular boyfriends, none serious. One of them is here, Steve; he's staying tonight, too. He's probably downstairs in the rec room playing pool or something."

"I should go find John."

"I should get back to the party. I'm so glad you and John came!" She gave her a peck on the cheek. "The party will start winding down right after dinner, and by seven everyone will be gone. I hope you guys aren't too bored until then. But the food's excellent and the drink are top shelf. Have fun, and we'll catch up later."

Lena went back outside to find John. Walking the grounds, she found him eventually, coming from the pool house. They looked at the pool, admiring the stonework. It wasn't the size of a resort pool, but it was very big, and dressed in resort style: lounges and chairs lined up, umbrellas spaced, tables and chairs arranged and placed tastefully. Obviously, since this was a swank affair (Lena had begun referring to it as such, in her mind) no one was swimming. The guests, including John and Lena, were in dresses and suits. It was warm, and sunny, and folks were congregating under the tents.

Time went by. They ate, and drank (champagne mostly) and talked and walked. And watched. Once Muriel stopped by their table to say hello to John and chat. Eventually the caterer began clearing the food, and cleaning up, and people began drifting out. Muriel stopped by, and told them they should go get their stuff out of the car, and wait inside. She gave them directions to the great room. As the crowd thinned, and some die-hards remained, but as the sun set the cleaning began in earnest, and the die-hards said their goodbye's and left.

Muriel met them inside, as they were coming downstairs, heading for the great room. "Everyone's left," she announced, and the caterer will have the place cleaned up within the hour. Tell you what," she stopped them, "I'm a little sticky from the heat, and you guys look like you're overdue to get comfortable. I'm going to take a shower, and clean up, why don't you guys do the same, and we'll meet out by the pool in about an hour?" They agreed. "I'll have Steve drop some champagne out there for us, OK?" They grinned and went to go up to change, but Muriel grabbed John's arm. "First," she said, "I told your wife already. I am thrilled that you guys came tonight! Thanks so much!" And then she reached both her hands to John's upper arms, and pulled him to her, and kissed him, lightly on the lips. Lena watched as their lips parted slightly, and she saw some tongue, and she was suddenly a little jealous that John was kissing her like that, but he looked hot! Lena had been kissing him for years, but she had never watched him kissing, and he looked as good as he kissed. She felt a little heat and tingle run through her, starting in her chest, and running through her stomach, to her crotch. She remembered Muriel kissing her, and then she was a little jealous again. She caught herself as they broke the kiss and looked at her. 

"Don't worry, John, Lena's OK," she grinned, "I already kissed her!" And she turned, and headed for the hallway, calling Steve. 

An hour later Lena and John approached the pool. They had showered and changed into suits and after-swim clothes; John wore a pair of long jams with a t-shirt, Lena wore a pair of loose cotton pants and halter over her one-piece. They got there to find someone swimming laps in the pool. It was dusk, but several lights were lit around the pool area, and the pool lights were on. There was a tub of iced champagne near one of the side tables, and soft music flowed from various unseen locations. A stack of towels was piled at the end of one of the lounge chairs, near the stairs into the shallow end. As they arrived, the person swimming, a man, (she guessed Steve) made the turn at the far end and started back towards them. When her reached the shallow end he stopped, and took off his goggles.

He stood as he introduced himself, and Lena's breath caught. Tall, probably six-two to six-four, he had the body of a god, not overdeveloped, but clearly worked and managed. Water trickled off his hairless torso as he stepped out to shake hands, grinning, perfect teeth under sparkling blue eyes. Brown hair cut short, broad developed shoulders, well-defined arms and chest, and a stream of water running down the middle of his trim stomach to the top of his suit. After shaking his hand she glanced at his legs, tried to see what was in his suit, and caught a look at his ass as he turned to shake John's hand. She raised her eyes back up before he caught her checking him out, grinning slightly at the way seeing him made her feel. 

Steve went to the champagne as he dried himself, offering them some, and then announced that he had forgotten the glasses. He asked John to open a bottle while he got the glasses. She watched him walking to the pool house, watching his long legs, his ass moving in his wet suit. She turned to John to see that he was watching her as she watched Steve. She blushed, but only for being seen.

"You like that?" John asked quietly. "Are you getting all hot and steamy, Lena? Getting all worked up? Are you fantasizing about Steve?" John worked the cork, and it came off with a pop. Lena grinned with delight, and spoke under her breath

"He's fucking hot," she said, moving closer to John. She moved next to him until her breasts rubbed against his arm. "I'm getting horny. I might fantasize about him, but it's your dick I want." A picture flashed into her head of Steve fucking her, and it was way hot. She turned her head as she heard Steve approaching, but the picture flashed back as she saw him, this time her brain (two cocks at once) saw Steve fucking her as she sucked John's dick. A rush went through her, and she tried not to look too obvious as she took a seat on a lounge chair. (taking turns pounding her pussy) She tried to concentrate on the glass John handed her, then heard Muriel's voice coming from the direction of the house (John watching as Steve fucks her) and she turned to see her as she approached, relieved for the distraction (could it happen? Could it happen tonight?) as Muriel called to them, glass in hand. She looked different now, dressed in a white gauzy after-swim pants and loose long-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned to her navel. Her tanned skin contrasted with the loose fabric as she walked, and the thin shirt moved freely, exposing and covering her unrestrained breasts at random. Dark, tight nipples were hard and defined against the smooth, solid skin of her breasts. 

No longer the entertaining society divorcee, Muriel was an enticing vixen!

As they chatted, she caught John several time looking at Muriel's breasts. John caught her looking too; at Steve's shoulders, his crotch, his chest ... and Muriel's chest.

Muriel had just finished telling them about meeting Steve: he was a Physical Therapist and Private Fitness Trainer now, but they met through Muriel's masseuse. She told them that Steve gave great massages. And for her, she laughed, he included the happy ending at no extra charge!

She stood, then, and told Steve she'd like to get a massage, she could really use to relax and unwind after this afternoon's affair. But first, she said, she wanted to swim. She turned to John and Lena.

"I hope you don't mind, I didn't think you would," she said, unbuttoning the remaining buttons of her top, "but I swim nude. Are you guys coming in? You can leave your suits on if you want, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Oh, I don't mind. And John sure doesn't, he's been staring at your tits since you came out!"

John laughed, glanced up at Lena, then Steve. Then back to Muriel as she removed her shirt, exposing her breasts to the warm evening. 

"They are spectacular, aren't they?" Steve asked. "I've seen her do this a hundred times, and it never gets old." Muriel pulled the tie string loose, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and wiggled the pants off her hips, letting them pool at her feet, and stepping out. Long, slender tanned legs, well muscled and shaped, joined at her hips, framing a completely hairless pussy. She turned, stood in front of the group, and then turned to Lena. 

"Like it better now?"

"Huh?"

"My pussy. All shaved off, like yours. Last time you saw it I had a full bush." She turned to John, touched herself lightly, and then back to Lena. She was grinning like crazed woman. "Maybe this time you'll let him." She turned and walked to the pool, as all three of them watched the shapely globes of her ass moving away. 

"Let who? Let who what?" Lena asked.

"Let John lick my pussy, of course," Muriel called from the edge of the pool. She took a step in, and turned to Lena. "When we met, that night, you made me say I wanted John to lick my pussy till I came, like you," she reminded them. The leg still up on the edge of the pool, knee bent, drifted outward, partially exposing lips that seemed to glisten. "You saw my pussy and said no, remember? Not with all that hair." She dropped a hand between her legs, spreading more. "I had it waxed the next day. I love it." She rubbed herself a little as the others three watched her. "Now, this time, he can lick me!" She turned and descended the rest of the way into the pool.

The three of them looked at each other, and Steve stood. "I do this with her all the time. There are no neighbors, and the house staff is gone." He pulled the tie string on his suit, and Lena's breath drew in. She hoped no one heard. Was she going to see her first cock besides her husband's since they were married? "Like Mon said, you don't have to if you don't want to." And Steve pulled his suit off, stepped out of them, and headed for the pool. But not before Lena got a look at his tool, semi-hard, smooth and thicker than John's. It looked to be about the same size. It looked delicious, and as Steve walked to the pool, his ass looked fabulous, too.

Lena stood, and began undressing. She looked at John, who was still sitting. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she said, removing her after-swim clothes, "but I definitely want to!" She pulled down the top of her one-piece, exposing her breasts, then hesitated briefly. She was stripping in front of another man, and a woman. Fuck it, she thought, and slipped the suit off, lifting it with her foot and dropping it onto the lounge chair. "Are you coming?" she asked John, and walked, naked, proud and hot, to the pool. 

She stood at the edge, watching Steve and Muriel swimming, and looking back at her. And really looking at her; Steve's eyes were drilling into her tits, and her pussy. "Is the water cold?"

"No sweetie, it's heated, c'mon in," Muriel called to her.

As she moved to step into the water John's naked body suddenly rushed past her, splashing noisily into the pool, to everyone's amusement. She jumped in after him.

They swam around for a while, laughing and talking, until Muriel starting commenting on how great everyone looked, and the conversation turned suggestive. John snuck up behind Lena, put his arms around her waist and stood her up. They were in water up to their waist, and then he grabbed both her breasts, telling everyone how great her tits were. She saw everyone staring at her, and she reached for his hands, holding them in place, then pinching and squeezing her nipples as everyone watched. The stimulation ran through her, on a direct line with her pelvis, amplified by the thrill of being watched, of showing off.

Muriel announced that she was going to swim a few laps before her massage; John joined her, leaving Lena and Steve alone in the shallow end. They sat on the pool steps, Steve talking about how long he had been a massage therapist, how he'd met Muriel. Lena sat with her breasts just above the water line, feeling her nipples hardening as the water evaporated. Eventually Steve said he should get a lounge ready, and stood up. 

As he came out of the water, not two feet in front of her, she found herself staring directly at his crotch. His dick hung deliciously in a semi-hard state, above a large pair of balls. Her crotch announced its approval (could it happen? Could it happen tonight?) as he stood there, seemingly forever. His pubic hair was trimmed, and his balls were completely hairless, like John's, and she had an urge to suck those balls into her mouth, (Sucking Steve's cock, John watching, fucking her) feel the warm round globe inside. She heard herself mutter a sound, fumbling for words, and found her fingers at her nipple, (sucking John after he fucks her, Steve now pounding her pussy) squeezing and pinching. Steve's dick moved, and started to grow a little.

"Good thing the water wasn't cold," he laughed, and as she looked up, "I would have suffered some shrinkage!" He turned and stepped out of the pool.

She flushed with excitement, catching his eye as she looked up, watching his ass as he walked away. She turned then, watching John and Muriel swim, but her fingers were between her legs, and she played with herself (taking turns, one fucking me, then the other, two cocks fighting for her pussy) lightly, her fingers tickling her lips under the water, then she stopped watching them, lost herself in the fantasy (filling me with cum, John fucking me after Steve fills me) as her fingers split her lips, and slipped inside (sucking them both, shooting their cum in my mouth, my face) and then Muriel saying, "Sometimes when I'm alone I push myself up near the filter returns, and use the water on my clit to make myself cum!" and Lena opened her eyes to see John and Muriel standing in front of her, and she grinned, a took her fingers away, and stood up. They walked to where Steve had set up for Muriel's massage. John grabber her ass, squeezing lovingly. They each grabbed towels to dry off, then wrapped them around themselves as Steve had done.




Lena's New Life Ch. 21



He had lowered the back of a lounge char so it lay flat, and placed extra cushions and a spare towel across it. Muriel laid down on it, face down, undoing her towels as she lowered herself, so that it draped across her. On either side of the chair were more cushions, taken from nearby lounges. Steve knelt on them and began working her shoulders. Lena and Steve poured champagne, and brought glasses to Steve and Muriel, then sat on a nearby lounge to watch. 

Steve was working his fingers in the fleshy muscles of Muriel's upper back, kneading the stress out, rubbing the smooth tanned skin. He pushed the towel away as he worked lower, moving himself as he moved his focus. Finally the towel was pushed completely aside, exposing her ass. Muriel adjusted on the lounge, wriggling slightly, and when she settled, Lena noticed her legs were slightly apart. Steve worked his way down one leg, then up the other. Lena sipped her champagne as she watched his hands working the muscle, closer and closer to Muriel's crotch. This was hot, she thought! She was feeling the steam in her own crotch, and then felt John put his arm around her from behind. He was sitting with his back to the backrest, she was sitting with her back to his chest. His hand found its way to the top of her towel, undoing it, and it dropped away from her, exposing her breasts. She didn't care, she watched as Steve's hand caressed the round cheeks of Muriel's ass. It was like watching a high quality soft core porn, only live! Between her cheeks, now, and John's hand found her breast, lightly, then firmly, then squeezing. She watched one of Steve's hands disappear between Mon's legs, she knew he was playing with her pussy, and she heard the woman groan lightly. John's hand found her nipple, toyed with it, then pulled and pinched.

She felt him move behind her, then felt his lips at her ear. In front of her, Muriel had spread her legs more, and Steve had one hand rubbing her pussy, while the other caressed her ass, occasionally stopping at her puckered rosebud to tickle and rub. She felt John's breath in her ear as he whispered, and it amplified the chill that shook her body when he whispered, "I want to watch you suck Steve's cock." 

She nearly dropped her glass from the rush of excitement, and her pussy responded. 

"I know that you want to, I know you want his dick in your mouth." His warm breath tingled in her ear. His words burned through her, setting her pussy on fire. 

She watch Muriel open her legs, and saw Steve's fingers enter her, two of them, emerging slick and wet, as his other hand reached under her to find her clit. Lena's pussy was screaming for attention. 

"I know you want him to fuck you." 

She wanted those fingers in her pussy, rubbing her clit, finger-fucking her wet hole!

"I want to see you cum when he fucks you."

Then Muriel began to call out, and her hips pushed up, and back, against Steve's hand, and she was screaming, and John's fingers pulled her nipple hard, almost painfully, but she heard herself cry out with the thrill, and watched Muriel in the throes of her orgasm, and she rubbed her legs together, anxious for the stimulation. 

Finally Muriel stopped yelling, and settled down with a sigh. Steve removed his hands, tenderly touching the surrounding area, maintaining the erotic touch, keeping the level of stimulation high. Lena watched his fingertips trace wet lines across her ass, leaving wet trails of her juices and cum where they touched. Muriel's legs were still spread wide, her pussy lips puffy and swollen, glistening and used, her pussy still gaping open, inviting. With an effort the young woman lifted herself up on her elbows, and rolled over.

"Damn, I needed that!" She grinned. "Thank you, Steven, fabulous work, as usual," and laughed, and Steve laughed, too. And they looked over at Lena and John, sharing a seductive smile.

"What about you two?" Muriel asked. "Would you like a nice massage? It really takes the edge off!"

"Sure," she heard from behind her ear, "but can Steve massage both of us at once?"

"Of course not, John," Muriel replied teasingly, as she rose from the lounge. "Steve has taught me almost enough to be a licensed masseuse. I'll do you, and Steve can massage Lena." She stood, naked, and walked around them, arranging a lounge chair and cushions in a similar arrangement as the one she had been on. "Here you go, John," she said, patting the cushion. "Climb up and let me take care of you."

Lena stood hurriedly, making her way to the lounge Muriel had vacated. She was laying down on it, discarding her towel completely, when she looked over to see John standing, a huge tent in the front of his towel. As she lay down on her stomach, she watched Muriel remove John's towels, exposing his erection, and then folding her hand softly around it and making a satisfied noise. She led him to the other lounge, parallel to Lena's and laid him face down as well. 

Lena folded her arms under her head and closed her eyes as she felt the first gentle touches of Steve's fingers on her skin, lightly brushing along her shoulders, spine and ribs, waking the skin and exciting nerve endings; down her lower back, across her buttocks and down the backs of both legs, then returning, still just stimulating the skin, up the same path, finishing at the nape of her neck, touching her gently, caressing, then more firmly. She felt him move at her side, assuming he was kneeling; she was facing away from him. She opened her eyes briefly to see Muriel standing, straddling John's body, working his shoulder muscles. She was bent at the waist, her firm breasts swaying with the effort. John's head was turned away, but Muriel looked at her, then lowered her torso, lightly dragging her hard nipples down John's back, smiling, staring into Lena's eyes. She blew a kiss to her, and Lena smiled back, and closed her eyes again.

Steve's hands were working her muscles now, pushing and pulling, extracting the tension, leaving relaxation and comfort. His hands were firm, his motions confident and skilled, and she wondered how they would feel on her nipples and clit. Down from her shoulders, under the shoulder blades. Down the ribs. Her lower back, up her sides, and then she felt him move again, and he was standing, and leaning over her, and his hands slid up her sides, coming to rest on the sides of her breasts, stroking them; electricity shot through her as she heard his voice at her ear, "If you want me to stop, just say stop," and her eyes opened, and she angled her head to see him. 

"Go," she managed. "Please, go!"

His hands left the side of her breasts, never breaking contact with her skin, working down her sides, up across her lower back, and onto her ass. He massaged the muscles, from the top down, lower, until he reached the bottom of her ass cheeks. She felt his hands slide down her thighs and thought she'd die of anticipation if he did her legs, but she felt them between her legs, easing them apart, and she opened her legs, exposing her pussy to this man, as her husband lay a few feet away. She felt her hips shifting upward to his hands, and he spread her cheeks with both hands, exposing both her holes. She was sure that he could see how wet she was, he would know that she was a slut, getting so hot having another man feel her up right in front of her husband! Damn, why doesn't he touch me! Now!

"Beautiful," she heard him say, and she felt a finger slide down her crack, over her sphincter, down, gently, to her lips, parting them, feeling the rush of fluid as they opened, welcoming, and down, past her hot tunnel, her lips, and finally to her clit, where it burrowed into the folds to find her, hard and swollen, and she gasped involuntarily. Her eyes flew open and her mouth gaped as the finger worked her, now joined by another, this one slipped into her wet pussy, penetrating her, finding her g-spot, sliding in and out. She saw John, across from her, was on his back now, Muriel was on the far side, stroking his hard cock with one hand and sucking his nipple. She saw Lena looking, and pushed John's face in her direction. The look of admiration, of lust and love on his face, seeing the pleasure and desire Lena was enjoying, made the sensation all the more intense. Suddenly the hands broke their rhythm, and again she sensed movement, and she saw Muriel and John's eyes following Steve as her came from behind her, to step around the top side of the lounge, and to the side of her, momentarily blocking her view. As he passed he resumed the penetration of his fingers in her pussy, one of them reaching down to flick at her clit. She noticed that he no longer wore the towel at his waist. And then he squatted down, until his dick was at the level of her face. He was fully hard, and she stared at it, the head swollen and purple, the shaft rippled with veins. It pulsed as he stood there. 

And she looked at John. 

You are so fucking hot, his lips mouthed to her.

And she opened her mouth, staring at John.

And she sucked Steve's cock. 

She held her head still at first, holding John's eyes as another man's dick slipped into her mouth, and she continued looking at him, she saw now that Muriel had stopped sucking his nipple to watch. She felt the head push into her mouth, felt the heat from the smooth shaft, slowly entering her, filling her mouth, then pulling out almost to her lips, then slowly pumping in and out several times, fucking her mouth, and she felt the finger on her clit press, hard, rubbing demandingly, and her eyes closed and the passion took her. 

She came then, hard, her pussy clenching at the fingers in her, gushing fluid. Her body froze as she groaned around the mouthful of hot flesh, and her brain shut down. Slowly her tension released, and the climax passed, but she her brain remained shut down.

She stopped thinking. She started doing. 

She dove onto his dick and started sucking like she was starving and his dick was food. She felt the fingers digging in her pussy, playing with her clit, and she was grunting for air around the shaft in her mouth, surrendering to her desire, sucking like a wanton slut. Then the fingers were pulled out, and the shaft slipped from her lips and she felt his hands turning her over on her back, and she moved with his direction, and then that sweet head returned, a drop of precum dripping from the tip, and she sucked it in, swirling her tongue, relishing the flavor, the heat, the texture, lost in the sensation of a dick filling her mouth.

The fingers were back at her pussy, fucking her, rubbing her clit, one loose digit pressing at her back hole. She glanced over at John, saw Muriel sitting on his face, shouting unintelligible sounds as his tongue speared her. Muriel looked at her, a wild lust in her eyes, and Lena knew the feeling, the lust for more, the need to cum, over and over, the insatiable desire to never stop.

And then the dick came out of her mouth again, and she lurched, mouth open, trying to have her mouth filled, but it was moving away, and then Steve was between her legs, and she saw him lining up his pole at her wet pussy.

"Stop or go?" he asked.

"Fucking fuck me! Put that cock in my cunt and fucking pound me! Now! Fuck me hard! Now!" She heard screaming, recognized her own voice, and didn't care. Another voice, calling out, I'm cumming I'm CUMMING AAAAAHHHHHHHHH and it was Muriel, cumming all over John's face, she knew. But all her senses were focused on the fat smooth head of Steve's cock, pressing at her opening, slowly pushing her lips apart, and she was humping up to push him in but he wouldn't let her; he held her down, she was humping like an animal in heat, she needed that cock in her, and then it was in and in all the way! She felt it touch her cervix, heard him grunt as he buried his man-flesh into her slick hole. She pulled her legs up in the air, wrapped them around his back, and reached up for his shoulders, trying to pull him in more, as if to force his entire body into her pussy. She ground herself up at him, impaling herself on his meat. She was fucking another man, with John a few feet away licking another woman's pussy, it was so nasty, so horny and hot, and she was loving it!

Her hands moved to Steve's chest and she grabbed both his nipples, hard, and squeezed, and she felt his cock hammer her pussy harder, felt his balls slapping into her ass. She did it again, and again, getting the same reaction. Jeez, his cock felt good inside her. She looked at John, Muriel was on top of him now, sitting on his dick, riding up and down, she could see her lips opening, could see his John's dick sliding in and out, slick with her juices and cum. She rode him slowly, pressing all the way down, then lifting, slowly, his shaft shiny. 

"Fuck her, John! Fuck that bitch while her man fucks me! Look at him fucking me! Look at his cock pounding my pussy, damn! It fucking feels fantastic!" They looked at her, and Muriel leaned down to John, and they grinned, and then she got off him, and John stood up and walked to Lena. He leaned over, kissed her, swirling his tongue into her open mouth, her mouth that had sucked another man's dick. She was moaning with overwhelming passion. Then he pulled back, lifted the back of the lounge slightly, raising her head until her face was level with his throbbing shaft. He stepped closer, and she leaned to him, threw one arm around his ass, and pulled his dick into her mouth, taking his length in one motion until it touched the back of her throat. And her fantasy came true! 

She pumped her head on his cock, vaguely aware of the flavor, feeling Steve pound her pussy, and she wallowed in the sensation of two men pumping her at the same time, having her mouth and pussy filled by cock, and she felt her orgasm approaching, her clit banging into the base of Steve's cock. It was close, so close, and one hand went between her legs and rubbed her own clit, and then she came, and her body froze in the spasm of passion as the floodgates opened, and her mouth locked open. She was howling in delight as John continued to fuck her open mouth, and Steve kept fucking her climaxing cunt.

Her eyes closed, and she heard someone talking; the wave passed, and her body relaxed. Suddenly both cocks pulled out, leaving her empty and yearning, her chest still heaving from her orgasm. And then she felt them back, re-entering, refilling both her holes, and she resumed her animal passion, servicing two cocks, an insatiable slut. The cock in her mouth felt slightly different, tasted different, and she opened her eyes to see Steve in her mouth, knowing it was now John fucking her, watching her suck another man's cock as she was fucked, knowing John was getting off on how hot she was, how driven she was, and it made her even more excited. She was sucking the cock that fucked her, just as she had sucked John's after he fucked Muriel, and she wanted more. She looked down to John, took his hand, and pulled him toward her, pulling off his cock, her slick hole left gaping and twitching. John came around the other side, and Steve tried to pull out, but she held his dick in her mouth, until John was next to her. She had both hands wrapped around the base of each man's member, and then she pulled her mouth off Steve, and switched to John, burying his sweet cock in her mouth. She plunged down on it, rotating her head and hand, then pulling off and switching back to Steve, then back; alternating, sucking two beautiful hard cocks at once, getting lost in the frenzy, the complete surrender to passion and lust.

Again she heard a voice, and looked to Muriel, who was masturbating herself on the other lounge, watching them, and when she spoke the two men pulled back. She felt hands moving her, shifting her onto her stomach; no, on all fours, and the lounge was flat again, and then a cock was in her face, and she opened and took it; not caring who, just wanting; she felt herself opened and her pussy filled again, and they pumped her; she felt suddenly as if one long cock was working completely through her, fucking both ends of her body, and she remained almost motionless as they moved into her, and her orgasm built again, closer, and she moaned, and closer, and stronger, and then it hit her again, and again she was yelling around the cock pumping her mouth, using her mouth like it was pussy, and her pussy clenched at the rod pounding her, still pounding. And her vision went white, and she momentarily froze. 

When she came back the cocks were still at work in her. 

In and out.

She felt euphoric, almost detached from herself, as wave after wave of mini orgasm washed through her, spurred by the stimulation and the total release of inhibition, the fulfillment of desire. She felt Muriel next to her, kissing her ear, her face, licking the shaft she was sucking. The cocks switched places, kept working her; switched back. She felt hands on her nipples; Muriel's, pulling hard, twisting her nipples, and she came again, hard, almost collapsing, held up by the strong arms of whoever was fucking her now. She felt motion, an adjustment of bodies, and still she was fucked at both ends, until she realized Muriel had slid beneath her on her back, head down between her knees. She felt her clit stimulated and knew that Muriel was licking her while she was getting fucked. The cock in her mouth pulled out, she watched as it lowered, saw it between Muriel's legs and into her smooth shaved pussy, not a foot away from her face, watched the shaft sliding in and out. Still her pussy was fucked and licked. She felt a finger at her ass; playing, then sliding in, pumping her ass. The cock fucking Muriel came out, and pushed back into her mouth, slick and wet with the nectar of the other woman's pussy, and she sucked it clean like it was all she had ever wanted. 

And she climaxed, again, shuddering and weak now, Cocks in both ends, a tongue on her clit, someone's finger in her ass. 

And as her orgasm receded slightly, her mouth was suddenly filled, hot liquid shooting into her as the dick in her mouth erupted in climax, shooting blast after blast of tangy hot spunk into her mouth. She was swallowing, but not fast enough, some dripped out, and then the dick slipped out and blasts of cum striped across her face, hot and sweet on her. And suddenly a voice behind her called out, and she felt the cock pressing deep in her pussy, and the familiar wet flood as her hole was filled with semen, hot and wet, fucking her, dripping cum as Muriel licked. 

She was filled with cum at both ends. Dripping, white, sticky hot jism.

She orgasmed again, and this time her body surrendered and collapsed onto her stomach. Both cocks slippied out of her, and she lay on top of Muriel, her face resting on the other woman's shaved mound. 

She smelled the musky scent of her, but was too tired, too exhausted, too spent. Perhaps one day...

She felt light licking at her pussy lips and knew that Monica was licking the cum out of her spent pussy.

She felt a cock at her lips, opened, to receive the shaft that had cum in her hole, now covered in their mingled cum. She glanced up to see Steve. 

She closed her eyes, and her spent body shut down briefly.

When she reopened her eyes she was alone on the lounge. When she stirred they saw her, and came over, Muriel offering a glass of champagne. Lena sat up, rubbed her face, realized it was covered in cum, and she was smearing it.

"Oh, shit, that was fucking fantastic!!" she exclaimed weakly. She had no energy left, and her limbs were heavy, shaking a little from the exertion. Muriel sat next to her, put her arm around her. 

"Honey, you were the most exciting thing I have seen in a long time!" 

Lena smiled as she sipped her champagne, looked up to see John and Steve looking at herb both grinning. They were all still naked. All three of them had done her, and she'd had both of their cocks in her, and her face and mouth and pussy were filled with cum.




Lena's New Life Ch. 21



She looked at John, and he looked back, and smiled. She knew that he thought she had never been this hot, and that it pleased him to see her lose herself so thoroughly. She blew him a kiss, mouthing 'I love you' over her glass, and then emptied it. Muriel helped her struggle to her feet. 

"Come on, sweetie, let's get you cleaned up a little. Boys, try to straighten up a little out here, and meet us inside, OK?" 

Muriel's arm was around her, guiding her, as they made their way to the house. Lena felt her hand rubbing up and down on her upper arm.

"That really was amazing," Muriel said to her softly, with genuine admiration.

"I can hardly believe it ...," Lena started, then turned to the other woman. "Was that your finger in my ass?"

"No. That was my two fingers!" They laughed, and linked arms, hugging. 

As they approached the door, Lena stopped. "You licked me!" she exclaimed.

"I sure did!" Muriel slapped her on the ass, to get her moving again.

"I didn't lick you," Lena said, quietly.

"You didn't really have much opportunity. You were busy." They headed for the stairs, Muriel in front. Lena watched her ass as she climbed. Between her legs, her full lips ...

Next time, she thought.



Lena's New Life Ch. 22



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

You may want to read Chapter One to get the premise, although the story has progressed quite a bit from its beginnings. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome. 

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"You have been very bad!"

It wasn't a question, so she remained silent as he slipped the blindfold over her eyes. She followed the sound of his footsteps.

"You have done some very bad things."

Still not a question; she held her tongue as he raised her arms, bound together, to attach them to the eye-bolt in the ceiling. She stretched her shoulders to keep them relaxed, and listened to his movements.

"Very bad things." His voice was below her, at her feet. She felt him pushing her legs apart. She moved her feet as directed. "Very bad. You knew they were bad and you did them anyway." Still not a question. She felt him at her ankles, and knew that he was attaching the spreader bar, holding her feet wide apart. She heard motion, sensed him standing. She felt hot breath at her ear, heard his hoarse whisper.

"Nasty things you've done!" came the hoarse whisper in her ear. "Filthy, disgusting, dirty things!" A hand caressed her naked breast, gliding over the smooth globe, then grabbing urgently. She felt a soft pinch at that nipple, then the second hand and suddenly a hard pinch, and her breath caught from the sensation. Sharp and sudden, just short of real pain, she knew that he had attached a nipple clamp. The pinch stayed, stimulating her, shooting bolts of desire through her chest and stomach, settling between her legs. Her excitement built, knowing that another clamp was coming for her other breast. 

"You need to be punished for doing such nasty things," Her second nipple joined the first, no caress this time, just the jolt of the clamp shooting through her. She gasped in delight. Her thighs tried to rub together, but were prevented by the bar at her ankles. She felt the wetness between her legs.

His voice came from behind her now. "Sometimes good girls do bad things," she felt a hand on her ass, rubbing lightly, lovingly. "They know those things are bad, and they do them anyway." The other cheek now, caressing, cupping the flesh, slipping between them. "Then they need to be punished, so they understand how bad they acted." Both hands now, gripping her cheeks, spreading her, a finger slipping between her legs to touch her wetness. 

Then he released her. She heard motion behind her, then something rubbing on her ass, not his hand. Soft, smooth, firm. She hoped it was the leather strap with the short handle. 

SMACK! The first contact made her jump, as always, and the sting made her cry out. 

"Have you been a bad girl?"

"Yes."

SMACK! The other cheek this time, and she felt the heat after the spank.

"Did you do bad things?"

"Yes."

SMACK! The first again.

"Very bad things?"

"Yes."

SMACK!

"Nasty things?"

"Yes!"

SMACK!

"What things did you do, bad girl?"

"Lots of naughty, dirty things!"

SMACK!

"Tell me the nasty things you did!"

SMACK!

Of course they were both familiar with all the things she had done; they had been together, and they had done nothing but talk about it the last few days. They had masturbated while discussing it, and fucked and sucked while discussing it. And now this. 

SMACK! There was little sting now, mostly heat, traveling to her pussy.

"Tell me! Slut!"

SMACK! Every time her ass was hit it made the clips on her nipples move, increasing the intense stimulation.

SMACK!

"I let another man touch me, there. Down there. My pussy."

SMACK!

"I let a woman kiss me, with her tongue, like a lover."

SMACK!

"I stripped my clothes off in front of other people, and let them see my naked body, like a shameless slut."

SMACK!

"I got hot seeing another man's dick."

SMACK!

"I let him put his fingers in my pussy."

SMACK!

"I liked it, and he knew it, because my pussy was so wet"

SMACK!

"He made me orgasm."

SMACK!

"I sucked his dick!"

SMACK!

"It was fabulous!"

"I LOVED it!" SMACK!

" I sucked two cocks at once!" SMACK!

"I let another man fuck me!" SMACK!

"He fucked my wet, slut pussy." SMACK!

"I sucked his cock while my husband fucked me!" SMACK!

"I sucked my husband's cock while the other man fucked me!" SMACK!

The blows continued as she related her deeds and her lust."I had two cocks in me, in my mouth and my cunt, and a woman licked my pussy and stuck her fingers in my ass, and one cock came in my mouth, and I swallowed the cum like a filthy slut, and the other dick came in my pussy, and then I sucked it clean, and I came so hard I passed out!!"

She had continued calling out her confession even though the spanking had stopped. As she finished she heard a sound behind her, and felt John's hands around her waist, and over her shoulders. He was wrapping something around her waist, pulling straps up between her breasts, over her shoulders. She heard clips being fastened at her back, then her hands were removed from the ceiling bolt. 

"Bend forward," he told her. She bent at the waist to find herself held in place by the harness he had strapped her into. Her hands were disconnected, then pulled down to her ankles, where they were clipped to the bar.

Her ass was on fire from the spanking. Her nipples were screaming under the clamps. Her pussy was open and exposed, and she felt her juices running out.

She was blindfolded and bent at the waist, legs spread, wrist and ankles attached to the spreader. Her harness held her weight. She relaxed her body and allowed the straps to hold her up. 

She felt cool soothing liquid on her burning ass cheeks, and her pussy gushed with the new sensation. His hands smoothed the liquid, spreading it gently, caressing the red, swollen flesh. Desire spread through her, a combination of her exposed position, the spanking, remembering the event, and talking dirty. She felt his finger playing at her pussy, then sliding up to her little puckered hole, spreading the lotion. She felt more of the liquid applied to her stinging cheeks, cooling and soothing, and the finger pushed at her ass, applying the lubrication to her tight rear hole. 

The finger stopped pushing, and was removed, and a pang of disappointment was stifled by a new feeling; a stiff, smooth penetration, and she gasped as it slipped inside her ass. She felt it working in, thin inside her, but getting wider at her opening, stretching her, and she knew it was a butt plug. She felt the lubricated plug push past her inner muscle ring, at the same time stretching the outer ring, approaching pain but never quite hurting, she relaxed her muscles and accepted the invasion. She groaned as the wide section of the base slipped inside her. 

He spoke as she felt something nudge her pussy lips open. Damn! she thought, it better be his cock, I'm so fucking wet it's running down my leg!

"You did all those naughty things." She felt the thick velvety head probing her opening, and sighed. "Very bad, nasty things." It pushed slightly at her hole, opening her, then pulling back. "You have been properly punished for your behavior." She felt it smearing her juices, teasing her. "You are a horny slut, a filthy out-of-control animal to do all those things." The head slipped down lower, bumping her clit, rubbing against it. She shuddered with delight, trying to shift her position to increase the stimulation. "Aren't you a horny sex animal?" The head of his cock stopped moving, and poised at her soaking opening.

"Yes!" she called out, and she felt it push inside slightly.

"Did you do nasty, filthy things?" 

"Yes!" Her pussy opened as the head slipped inside.

"Did you like having two cocks fucking you?"

"Yes!" Her vaginal muscles opened as the shaft slipped in just a little more.

"Are you proud of what you did?"

"Yes!" A little more, a few inches were in her now, oh, how she needed to be fucked!

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes!" More...

"And again?"

"YES!" ...and more...

"Would you do more nasty things?"

"YES!" ...and more ...

"Tell me! Tell me what you want to do!"

And then he rammed the rest of his cock into her sloppy wet hole, driving it into her until the tip touched her cervix, pushing against it, his balls banging off her wet shaved lips. He switched on the vibrating plug in her ass as he crammed her pussy full of hard throbbing flesh, straining her body against the restraint. 

And as her fucked her, she called out all the things she would do, urging him to fuck her harder as she told him all the sexy, nasty, horny things, she wanted, all the hot sex. His cock pounded her pussy, harder and harder, shaking her tits, making the nipple clamps shoot jolts through her as she screamed out her lusty desires.

"Oh, Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck, I want to fuck all day! I want threesomes, and foursomes! Fuck, that's it, fuck me! Pound my pussy! Fuck! I want cocks in all my holes, I want to suck five men at once and have them shoot their cum all over me, in my mouth, and my face! Fuck, that cock is great in me, fuck yeah! I want ten men to fuck me, to gang bang me, fuck me all day, fill my pussy with cum! I want you to fuck my ass while another cock is in my pussy! Oh! Fuck, yeah! Give it to me, John! I love your meat pounding my love hole, yeah! Oh! I want a woman to suck my tits and lick my pussy! I want to cum on her face! I want you to fuck me while I eat her fucking cunt! Yeah! That's it, fucking harder! Yeah! I want to ... aaaaAAAA AAAHHHHH FFFUUUCCCCKKKK IIIMMM FUUCCKKING CCOOMMMMIIINNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!

As the orgasm crashed into her she was vaguely aware of John shooting his load of cum into her, filling her screaming pussy with his hot semen. But she slipped into ecstasy and momentarily lost consciousness as the powerful climax robbed her senses, focusing all her energy and thought into the sensation of her release. 

She came to when he was releasing her hands, standing her up on unsteady legs, holding her up, close, hugging her, kissing her. Her tongue met his, and they kissed passionately, their naked flesh pressing against each other. She felt his hand at her face, and her blindfold was removed. He kissed her again, then pulled back, looked into her eyes.

"Good girl," he whispered, and smiled.



Lena's New Life Ch. 23



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome.





Lena frowned when she heard the doorbell. John was out for a few hours, and she had just considered getting a little 'alone' time with a few of her toys when it rang. Wondering who might be calling on her, she opened it and was surprised to see Terri.

"Hey! Terri, what a surprise! Come on in!" The younger woman, John and Lena's new close friend, stood a little nervously outside the door, seemed to hesitate, and then stepped in. "I was driving by, before, and didn't see your car," she blurted, "but I see it now, I mean, I saw you were home now, so I thought I'd stop by, stop in, and say hello." Lena wondered; Terri sounded uncomfortable and confused. Lena had gone out to the store earlier, but Terri didn't live near here, how was she passing by twice? 

She led their friend into the kitchen, offering tea, which Terri accepted. She sat at the island counter, but seemed distracted, fidgeting a little. 

"Is John home?" she asked.

"No he had to stop by the shop to wait for a delivery," Lena replied, "though he should be back in a few hours." She put empty mugs on the counter for them, and leaned on her elbows, across the counter from Terri. "We were going to catch a movie tonight," she told her, "you wanna join us?" 

Since their first "date", the first time the three of them went out together, they had been out several times, movies, dinner, a concert. Even though they had met under exciting sexual circumstances, Terri had asked them (and they readily agreed) to develop their friendship before their sexual relationship any further. Things had gone well.

"Huh? Oh, no, I don't, uh ..." Terri turned her head, looking away. "I don't want to, uh-m, I mean ..." she played with the empty mug in front of her, turning it, around and around. "If you guys have plans..."

Puzzled, Lena stood and walked around the counter to the nervous young woman, stepping to her side, placing her hands on the woman's shoulders and turning her body so they were face to face. She moved her hands to gently frame the younger woman's delicate face, looking down into her upturned eyes. 

"What's the matter, Terri? You know that you can say whatever you want to me. I think that we have no secrets. I like you a lot; John does, too. We think you feel the same way about us." She felt some of the tension slip out of Terri's body, but not all. "It's unusual, I know. It's not like John and I have any experience like this. If you're having second thoughts..."

"No!" Terri choked out. "No, no second thoughts." She looked into Lena's face, and Lena felt her relax more. "No second thoughts. In fact, they are more like first thoughts!" She grinned sheepishly. Lena released her face, seeing that she was loosening up a little. The tea water was boiling, and she went to get it. As she poured, they talked.

"First thoughts? I don't understand, really."

"When we first met, that night, and the day we had lunch" Terri began, "it was all about the sex." Lena replaced the pot on the stove and sat down, wrapping her hands around the warm mug. And Terri suddenly began to spill out her story, as if a dam broke; it rushed out uncontrolled. "Then when all of us went out, I asked if we could not have sex, so that we could become friends first, cause I really like you guys, and I didn't want to just have sex and move on, or scare you away like I always do, and now we've been hanging out a lot, and I really got to know you both, and I feel so comfortable around you, you're so great, I like you both a lot, and I think it's time." 

Lena watched her finish and take a deep breath.

"Time?"

"Yeah! Time." Terri sipped her tea. "Time for us. To have sex." She grinned over her tea. "I don't think I can wait any longer. I was thinking that tonight would be perfect, but if you guys have plans..."

"What, the movies? We can see it when it comes on cable!" She put down the mug, and walked again to Terri's side, holding her face in her hands, looking down at her. And then her face moved down, and their eyes closed, and Lena felt her lips touch Terri's, softly, tenderly kissing; lightly, sensuously, then she felt Terri's lips part slightly, the tip of her tongue peeking out, meeting Lena's, and they stayed, kissing for a long time, just touching tongues, small sounds escaping as they lost themselves in the long romantic moment.

Lena pulled back, felt the younger woman's hand slip from the back of her own neck, tracing a line across her neck to her chin as they parted. Lena's hands held Terri's face, staring into her eyes, seeing there the same smoldering lust that she was feeling herself. "You are so hot," she whispered to Terri, "so sexy, so wonderful. I can hardly wait. John has been thinking about fucking you for weeks. I can't wait to see him doing you."

Terri's lips parted slightly, and she licked her lips. "I want his cock in me so bad I can't stand it," she said back, a throaty whisper. "I want you to put his dick in my pussy." She bit her lip, staring at Lena. "And I want to do you, too. I want to lick you, and taste you, while John fucks me!"

Lena felt a hand squeezing her breast, and looked down to see Terri's hand there, grasping, kneading the flesh, and then feeling for her hardening nipple. She breathed in sharply as Terri's fingers found it, squeezing softly first, then pulling hard, pinching and tugging on it as it hardened, crinkling, sending the irresistible sensations through her chest. Suddenly she felt the hand back behind her head, pulling her down and they were kissing again, not tenderly this time, but a passionate open-mouth kiss, tongues wrestling fiercely, spearing, penetrating each other's mouths, breathing hard into each other, and she heard herself moan into Terri's mouth as her nipple was pinched again, hard.

Then Terri pushed her away, and Lena nearly lost her balance, trying to regain her footing on weak legs. They stood apart for a few seconds, gasping at each other like hungry hunting animals, each knowing that if the other made a move, there would be no turning back.

"Tonight, then," Terri managed to squeak out.

"Tonight," Lena echoed. "Tonight." She stepped back. Her crotch was soaking wet, and she was so fucking horny she could barely stand. Terri stood up, and giggled as she stepped back from the counter, towards the door, still looking at her. Lena could see that she was unsteady too. "Shit, I can barely fucking move," she laughed. The two cups of tea sat cooling on the counter, untouched and forgotten. 

Terri still looked at Lena, mischievous eyes laughing and lusting. "It's 11:00. I'll be back at seven tonight." Lena took a step towards her, but Terri stopped her. "No, I'll let myself out. Don't come with me." She moved the other way around the island. "If you even get close, I swear I'll throw you on the counter and do you right here, right now. As it is I'll be playing with myself all the way home!" She blew a kiss to Lena, turned, and left. Lena stood there, listening to the footsteps until she heard the door open and close. 

As soon as she heard the door, her hands were tearing at her pants, opening them, and pushing them down, panties too. Both hands buried themselves in her dripping pussy; one with three fingers fucking herself, the other furiously rubbing her clit, and she stood in the kitchen, pants at her ankles, hips thrusting forward, and masturbated until she came, screaming, her cries of passion echoing off the marble and granite. 

After her climax, she caught her breath, coming to her senses. Her eyes opened and she could see her reflection in the black refrigerator, and she had to laugh as she blushed. Her hair was mussed, she was wearing only a t-shirt, her pants in a crumbled pile at her ankle, one foot out, legs slightly apart, her hands still between her legs. What a rush! She pulled her sticky fingers from her throbbing lips, held them, seeing the glistening lubrication and cum coating them. The smell of her arousal filled the room and then the fingers were in her mouth, and she was sucking her juices off her hand like it was a cock, while the other found her nipples, squeezing, and her thighs rubbed together. She surrendered, and the hand returned to her pussy, and she quickly had another orgasm, stronger, and she dropped to her knees, her hand still at her pussy, the one from her mouth stopping her fall, and she kept at it, on her knees and one hand, until a third orgasm rocked her body, and she shuddered, and collapsed. 

*

She was startled awake by the back door closing. Momentarily disoriented, she looked around, realizing then that she had passed out or fallen asleep on the kitchen floor! Lifting her head she turned to see John standing in the doorway, eyes popping out of his head and mouth hanging open, half shocked, half laughing. 

"What the hell happened to you?!" he joked, eyes taking in the scene, from her face, her bare ass, her discarded pants. 

"Oh, shit," Lena grinned sheepishly, rolling to her side and looking up at him, "I think I got hit by a train!" She tried to push herself up, and found one of her arms pinned beneath her. She rolled to release it, and remembered why it was there as her fingers came from between her legs, sticky with her juices. "Oh, yeah. A fucking big train!"

"And from the looks of it," John quipped, seeing her fingers and pussy, "I think you were driving it!"

She managed to roll over and sit up. Unashamed, she pulled her knees to her chest, and rested her arms on them, knowing her vagina was exposed and spread at John. "Yes," she said, dramatically. "I drove. And let me say, it was a fabulous train!"

"I can see that," John said, stepping into the room finally, and going to the sink to wash his hands. "What brought this on?"

"Terri stopped by," Lena told him, struggling to her feet, picking up her clothes. "We're not going to the movies tonight. We'll be staying home." She walked to him as he stood at the sink, wrapped her arms around his waist, and reached up to kiss the back of his neck. "Terri is coming over at seven." Another kiss, and a little lick behind his ear. "She says we have waited long enough!"

"Yes!" he shouted victoriously, and turned and kissed Lena full on the lips. His strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her into him, and she felt the rough texture of his denims against her bare pubic mound. Her mouth opened, and their tongues swirled together in a familiar dance of passion and love. One of his hands grabbed her ass, squeezing the cheek, and she sighed into his mouth. Her pussy was wet again (still?), and she wondered if there was ever enough. She grinned to herself. I hope not, she thought. She felt his erection growing, pushing against her heat as the hand on her ass pulled her in tighter.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned as he mauled her, dry-humping her steaming crotch. "Yeah, are you ready to fuck that hot bitch? Is your dick getting hard thinking about that pussy? H-mm?" His mouth was all over her neck, her ears, she felt his hot breath, heard him panting, and his other hand slid between them to grab a breast roughly, crushing it, almost painfully. "Oh, yeah, she wants that dick in her mouth, and in her pussy. I want to watch you fuck her good, fucking pound her with your cock until she screams, just like you do me! And after she does you, she's gonna do me, she's going to lick my fucking pussy, you want to see that?"

And abruptly they separated, this time Lena pushing away, leaving John at the kitchen counter, hard and excited, and she backed away, out of his reach. 

"She'll be here at seven," she said, teasingly. "I'm going to take a shower. We'll have to run up to the store for some light food, and pick up some champagne." She turned to walk out, her naked ass swaying, and she turned to him as she exited, teasing. "Try to control yourself."

"You couldn't!" he called after her.

"I know, but I can go again! But you're gonna need all your energy tonight, stud!"



Lena's New Life Ch. 24



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short. 

This is the last chapter. Thanks to all the readers who have stuck with the tale, and voted. 

Civil comments always welcome.





Lena was placing appetizers on the tray when the doorbell rang. Her insides tightened spontaneously, and she chided herself for reacting like a silly schoolgirl. John went to answer the door as she mentally scolded herself

You act like it's your first date!

Like a silly little virgin anxious to lose her cherry!

Like you never had sex before!

Well, I never had sex with a WOMAN before!

She really wasn't sure if she would tonight, either, but she was pretty sure that Terri was going to have sex with her! Was that the same? She finished the tray and turned to see John leading Terri into the room.

"Look who's here," he announced.

She was beautiful.

She'd had her hair done. Normally straight, just past her shoulders, it hung in curls around her face, giving her a wildly fresh look. She was wearing a white dress buttoned down the front, with a multicolored beaded belt at her waist. The buttons were open past her breasts, but not wide open, just seductively exposing the smooth tanned flesh between her breasts. She wore no bra, and her dark nipples just showed through the thin fabric of the dress. The hem came to her knee, and she wore a casual 2-inch strapped shoe, in black. 

Her head was bowed slightly, seeming a little shy, but smiling, and her eyes shone with desire as she stared at Lena. And the powerful lust of the afternoon, finally subdued, returned in now full force, and Lena staggered with the rush.

"Y-you look terrific. Beautiful." She stammered, suddenly unable to form words. "I- You're- Jeez, Terri, you look gorgeous," she managed as the younger woman stepped to her, "I mean, you're always gorgeous, but tonight I-" and suddenly she was in her arms, and kissing her; in front of John she was kissing her, and then her eyes closed and John was forgotten and Lena was lost in the kiss, feeling the warm, soft flesh beneath the smooth fabric, smelling her perfume. She felt the soft lips, the insistent tongue, felt hands at the small of her back, then one at her face, caressing her cheek, and she felt her nipples harden and her pussy gushed. Her hips pressed forward, slightly, to be met by an equal push from Terri. 

"Okay, champagne, anyone?" John's voice cut in. He stood to their side, and they broke the kiss, turning to see him offering two glasses. They took theirs, and he led them to the den. At the last second Lena remembered the tray of food, and grabbed it with them.

After leaving the tray on the coffee table, Lena sat in the big chair, and Terri on the couch. John went to where Terri sat, but didn't sit. Instead he raised his glass, and proposed a toast. 

"To good friends," he said, turning from his wife to Terri, "And Lovers." 

"Friends and Lovers!" the women echoed, and they all drank. John sat on the couch next to Terri. Lena excused herself to get more champagne.

When she came back in John and Terri were kissing passionately on the couch, groping each other like clumsy teenagers. Lena watched her husband kiss her, knowing what the woman felt, knowing how his hands would feel on her. She poured the champagne, then instead of returning to her chair, came around behind Terri and sat on the couch. She turned so that she was facing Terri's back as she and John kissed. She put her glass on the table, and reached for Terri's neck and back, slowly rubbing, playing with her hair, touching the sensitive area at the base of her neck. Terri was making small sounds, eager whimperings, muffled into John's mouth. She caressed John's hand at Terri's back, feeling the strength in it that she loved, knowing the younger woman would feel it, too. Lena covered John's hand with her own, allowing him to guide her caress of the woman between them. John's hand moved lower, to her hips, then gripped and pulled upward. She didn't realize what he was doing until she felt Terri lift her weight off the couch to release her dress from under her, and them John's hand pulled away, lifting the back of Terri's dress up out of the way. Instantly his hand returned, and she watched as he stroked her smooth rounded cheeks.

Terri had not worn panties. She was completely naked under her dress, and now her ass was completely exposed to Lena, and she stared, fascinated as John's hand explored first one cheek then the other, then between, then below, any place he could reach, stroking, grabbing. Then she saw his hand leave her ass, fumble around towards Lena, and grab her wrist. She hesitated, but John pulled her hand to Terri's ass, and held her there until she relaxed. She felt the heat from the smooth skin, once again caressing with John, stroking each cheek, marveling at the firm muscle and texture, and then John took her hand, and took it with his own, and reached under Terri. 

And Lena's fingers touched a wet, open slit, felt the lips part; she felt the woman squirm, and then John was pushing Terri away, and Lena looked up to see; no, he was turning her, turning Terri to Lena, and then Terri threw her arm around Lena, pulling her into a kiss. Terri's torso turned, and Lena's hand slipped out from under her, until Terri shifted her hips to the front and spread her legs, and then her free hand was grabbing Lena, finding her hand, pulling it back to her own crotch; Terri used her fingers to guide Lena's into her pussy as they kissed. Lena felt the flood of wetness rush out as she inserted her finger, stroking the younger woman's hot hole, feeling Terri's own finger beside her own. And they kissed, hotly, mouths open and grunting as they shared Terri's wetness, rubbing her smooth lips, her g-spot, and her hard clit. 

Terri pulled back from the kiss, staring into Lena's eyes. Lena could feel her hot breath on her face as they panted in passion. Then she felt Terri's fingers exiting, Leaving Lena's alone in Terri's love hole, where she continued to stimulate the other woman. Suddenly Terri's fingers were at her mouth, two of them, held stiffly, and Lena closed her eyes and opened her mouth and sucked those fingers like a small penis, tasting the sharp musky flavor of the other woman's sex, sucking the fingers into her mouth as far as she could handle, licking up every drop of her nectar. 

She reopened her eyes when she felt Terri grasp her wrist and gently pull her hand from the other woman, her fingers slowly sliding out, touching her clit once more as they emerged from the slick playground. Terri brought the treasure coated hand to her own face, but instead of sucking it, rubbed the delicious fluid across her lips, coating them, her lipsticked lips parted slightly, her tongue peeking out for just a small taste. 

And she smiled at Lena.

And then she turned her head, and pulled John's face down for another kiss. 

Lena watched as they mashed each other's mouths and tongues in uncontrolled passion, sharing the scent and flavor of the woman's arousal on her puffy lips. She watched their hands exploring each other's bodies, and saw that John's shirt was open, Terri's hand played with his nipple, and then she looked down to realize that the open shirt was the only clothes he still wore. He must have removed the rest while she'd been kissing and fingering Terri, and now he was on his knees on the couch, leaning over Terri, and his dick was rock hard, jutting out from his body, a throbbing promise of delight. At the head a drop of pre-cum oozed, and dripped off. 

Her eyes moved from the passionate kiss, to John's dick, and back and forth again, and then Lena lunged over Terri to engulf John's member with her mouth. She felt the heat from his smooth skin on her lips and face as the head passed her lips, and her tongue swirled across the velvety surface of the spongy head. Damn, she thought, I love to suck cock! She teased it with her lips and tongue, stimulating the shaft, the head, relished the feeling of her mouth on his flesh. She pulled her mouth off, got off the couch and came around, now kneeling on the floor in front of John. They had broken the kiss and were watching her. She held their eyes, lowered her head down, slowly taking it all into her mouth, feeling it push to the back of her throat before raising up. She pumped her head up and down several times, soaking his shaft with saliva, feeling it sliding in and out of her mouth. 

John threw his head back and groaned his delight in the pleasure she was giving him. But she knew that pumping him like that would make him cum way too soon, so she slowed, and resumed the teasing and licking, with occasional full mouth fucks. Looking back up she saw that Terri had shifted her body away from John, and was undoing the belt at her waist as she watched Lena sucking. After the belt, she reached for the first button, and slowly began to open her dress, from top to bottom. Lena slowed, holding the shaft at the base, and swirling her tongue around the head, watching as the younger woman undressed. She saw that John, too, was focused on the event. As Terri reached lower, the unbuttoned dress fell open revealing her breasts, slightly smaller than Lena's, but firm and well shaped, with large, hard nipples jutting out from her small dark aureole. Her hand finally reached the last button, and she sat up, looking at them, and opened the dress, and shook it back off her shoulders. Gorgeous, Lena was thinking as her tongue flicked a drip of pre-cum off John's dick. She's beautiful, and hot and has an incredibly sexy body, and she wants us! Her dress removed, Terri's hands went to her own breasts, stroking, and then pinching her nipple. John loved to see that, and she heard him groan, and felt his hips shift. Lena lifted her head, still gripping the base of John's shaft, caught the woman's eye, and spoke the first words since John's toast.

"Terri, get over here and suck my husband's cock."

Terri smiled and slipped off the couch, kneeling next to her, and her face dropped down next to Lena's. And she opened her mouth, and waited. And then Lena caught on, and she pointed John's shaft at her mouth, and fed it in. As she watched Terri's lips wrap around the head, expanding to let it pass, sliding down the shaft, Lena's pussy gushed from the thrill of feeding her husband's dick into the other woman's eager mouth. (The night they had met their friend Monica she had watched her suck John's dick. Now she was giving John's dick to Terri!) She watched the woman's mouth moving on the shaft, and then pulled the cock away from her, switching it back to her own mouth. 

And now she felt Terri's face next to her own, watching her suck John's dick, tasting and feeling the other woman's saliva on the shaft as she pumped her head up and down, hearing John moaning his approval and encouragement. After a few pumps and swirls and licks she passed it back to Terri who wasted no time engulfing the slick meat. 

Lena watched the woman working the shaft; saw her body moving, her breasts jiggling. She released John's shaft and moved behind the naked girl, her arms sliding around her to her chest and reached for one of those luscious tits, filling her hand, cupping it, squeezing gently; then caressing the full fleshy globe, feeling the nipple poking hard into her palm. She circled the breast to find the hard nub, playing with it; it was so hard, so long! She pinched, and pulled, and then twisted, and heard Terri's muffled squeal of delight around John's pole.

She squeezed the younger girl's torso in her arms, pressing her own breasts into her bare back. Then she shifted her body, moving to the side of the girl and bent down, squeezing her head between Terri and the couch, and her tongue flicked out, finding that hard nipple, flicking it several times, feeling the stiff crinkled flesh resisting. She teased it with her tongue, and then suddenly bit it, just a slight nip, and then sucked it into her mouth, sucking and tonguing, biting, scraping it with her teeth, tormenting and teasing Terri's nipple, feeling it harden in her mouth. She attacked it the way she liked her own treated, hoping that Terri liked it that way, too. She felt the woman squirming, and then felt her hand at the back of her head, pulling her into the breast. Lena clenched the nipple in her teeth, increasing the pressure slowly, until Terri moaned delicately. She felt Terri moving, and then heard John moan, and looked up to see that the nipple stimulation was making Terri suck John's cock with passion. The woman's motion pulled the nipple from Lena' mouth, scraping it from her teeth, and Terri cried out, and plunged her mouth down, stuffing her face into John's crotch. 

Lena pulled out of her position, and crawled up onto the sofa, licking John's nipple, biting it, and then kissing him, driving her tongue into his mouth. Then she sat next to him, rubbing his chest, and together they watched Terri working her mouth and tongue on John's cock and balls. 

Terri looked up at them, then pulled her mouth off, and said to John, "She's still dressed!" The realization seemed to hit John and Lena simultaneously, and then suddenly Terri and John were tearing at her clothes, opening, pulling, tugging; touching her exposed flesh as they stripped her clothes off. When they were done she was sitting naked on the couch between them, their hands exploring her skin everywhere they could reach. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, feeling the hands and fingers touching her everywhere, sending chills through her.

Suddenly lips were on her nipples, both at once, and she felt the exquisite sensation of having both her tits sucked at the same time. Two points of pleasure were pulled from her, through her chest, down her spine, and into her hips, which responded by lifting off the couch, her legs spreading, searching for the attention she craved. Her hands went to the heads of her lovers, holding them in place, pressing them against her breasts as they sucked and teased. She was panting, and as she felt teeth nip at her she inhaled sharply, as a sensation that was almost pain shot through her, electrifying her, heightening her pleasure. In response the teeth bore down on one, a little harder, and then the other nipple joined in, and she cried out in joy and agony. 

As suddenly as they started, the lips left her, and she opened her eyes as hands tugged at her arms and legs, manipulating her position on the couch. She ended laying down, with her hips angled to the side, legs spread wide, one up on the back of the couch, the other on the floor, her sex lewdly exposed to Terri and John. She cooperated, lay as they wanted her; hell, she'd stand on her head, as long as the pleasure continued. And continue it did. Terri knelt on the floor in front of the couch, her fingers already playing lightly at her crotch, toying with her swollen lips, caressing the smooth shaved skin, tickling the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Lena pulled her head up to see Terri's face move closer, concentrating on her fingers and their wet, seductive plaything. Closer, and then she felt the woman's warm breath on her exposed lips, and then Terri looked up, met her gaze, and below her pubic mound she felt the woman's tongue touch her labia, flicking, then a long lick from the bottom of her pussy, ending at her clit, where it lingered before circling around. 

She was watching another woman lick her pussy! For a moment she recognized how unusual this would have seemed just a year ago, how even the idea of another woman pleasuring her with her mouth would have been distasteful. How, over time, she had accepted this and many other ideas. And now she not only welcomed the experience, but she was looking forward to getting her tongue into her first pussy! Her brain returned to the present, and the events at hand, and the sensations Terri was creating between her legs. She looked down again, seeing Terri intent on digging her tongue as far up her snatch as she could get it, felt it wriggling inside her. The image of Terri's face in her pussy with the feeling she was producing created a hot wave of excitement in her belly, and her hips again moved up, as if trying to fuck her friend's face. And then the image was gone, her vision blocked by John's dick as he threw a leg over her body, pushing his erect pole into her face. She rested her head back on the couch, and he lowered his hips until the dripping tip of his fat purple mushroom head touched her lips. And she opened her mouth, welcoming the hard flesh into her mouth. 

John leaned over her, slipping his cock slowly into her eager mouth, further and further, until it touched the back of her throat and she reflexively jerked back. John pulled back, almost all the way, leaving just the head in her mouth, allowing her to swirl her tongue around it, sucking on the head, before stroking it back in, stopping before he gagged her this time, and pulling back. Once more, then again, each time checking himself, not going too deep, and she relaxed then, knowing that he knew how far to go. She moaned to let him know she was okay, and he picked up the tempo. 

Lena held her head still and allowed John to fuck her mouth. She felt Terri's tongue slip out of her hole, and slide up to her clit. She felt her fingers pulling back the lips, pulling up the hood and exposing her hot, hard little button. Electricity surged through her as Terri's tongue flicked her clit, then set in to licking it eagerly, applying pressure, sucking, nibbling and licking. Lena's hips moved up to meet the woman's mouth, meeting pressure for pressure, and she groaned as she felt her orgasm begin to build. John stopped his fucking and held his cock still for her, allowing her to suck the head, and swirl her tongue around the tip. 

At her pussy she felt Terri insert a finger, then a second one into her wet hole and finger fuck her while she licked furiously at her clit. Lena's hips forced up into her face, pushing against the fingers, driving them deeper, urging her orgasm closer. Still she sucked John's beautiful cock, and she grabbed his ass, slipping one finger in between his cheek, toying with his anus, tickling the tight skin, pressing as she sucked his dick. The excitement of having her mouth filled with cock while a woman licked her pussy overwhelmed her, and her finger pushed into his ass as she came, her orgasm making her mouth open and cry out, and she howled her delight with John's cock rubbing lightly on her lips and face. The finger in his ass went deeper; then without warning John's cock exploded its load on her as she lost herself in ecstasy. Her mouth opened and she cried out, her pussy being fingered and licked, John's cum shooting into her mouth, on her face, hot and sticky, the scent of his hot cum in her nose, tasting it, and the senses overwhelmed her, and she had a second, more intense orgasm, feeling her pussy spasm uncontrollably, her entire body tensed, held, and then shuddered and relaxed as the wave swept through her.

Still Terri licked her, cramming her face into her, maintaining the pressure on her clit to the point Lena almost couldn't stand it, then backing off, stroking her pussy with her fingers, wet with cum, stroking her down from her crest, but not allowing it to disappear. Lena panted, and as she regained a little control, let out a long groan, knowing that another orgasm was just moments away. She felt John move away from her face, stepping off the couch, and Terri pulled away and stood up. Momentarily disappointed, eager for more, she brightened when John took Terri's place between her legs, and started lapping her cum out of her pussy. Terri knelt next to the couch, at Lena's head, and bent to kiss her, but instead licked up the side of Lena's face, scooping gobs of Johns cum off her face, and then, tongue loaded with semen, positioned her face over Lena's mouth, allowing the hot sticky goo to drip into Lena's open and waiting mouth, and finally meeting her for a tongue-swirling, nasty, cum-soaked kiss. Terri moaned into her mouth, squeezed her tit, and lifted her head. 




Lena's New Life Ch. 24



"Are you ready?" Terri asked.

Lena nodded.

"You want it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Tell me," Terri said. "Say it out loud."

"I want it," she answered, suddenly reticent to describe it.

"What do you want, Lena? What do you want to do?" She leaned in, until their faces were just inches apart. Lena squirmed as John licked her, and she moaned.

"Oh-hmmm, I want you. I want to do you like John is doing me." Her voice was yearning, needy.

"Do what?" 

"Lick you. Lick your pussy." She felt her orgasm building again under John's tongue, and her hips started bucking again. Her voice became more urgent, and her hand reached out for Terri, grabbing her wrist, pulling it. "I want to stick my tongue in your fucking pussy and lick you! I want you to cum all over my face!"

"Oh, yeah, you dirty, dirty girl!" Terri grinned at her, a sexy, seductive lecherous look, then stood and lifted one leg up and over Lena's body, facing her, her legs spread and her pussy exposed. Lena tried to keep looking into Terri's eyes, but her gaze drifted down to the junction of her thighs, and for the first time got a close-up view of another woman's sex. 

In the few moments as it moved closer, she saw it was like her own, but different. Completely shaved, her outer lips were more pronounced, her inner lips just peeking out, her clit bulged from its hiding place, and it was all swollen and wet with excitement, and the lips parted, glistening with her juices. The scent of the other woman filled her nose, charging her with arousal, as it moved closer, closer, and she felt her tongue moving out, seemingly on its own, to greet the wonder before her. 

And then it was there, and her tongue touched a pussy for the first time, feeling the electricity of uncharted ground rush through her as her tongue parted the wet lips, slipping inside, and moving slowly up, scooping a generous sampling of juices as it traveled to the top of her slit. She tasted it, almost like her own, which she had tasted many times on her own fingers or on John's mouth and dick. It wasn't as sharp, slightly sweet, and she sampled again, allowing her mouth to lick the entire length of the wet slit above her, then returning to the bottom, wriggling her tongue into the hole, feeling the heat as the woman's organ accepted her mouth, opening for her attention, and a flood of juice washed her lips and mouth. She pulled her hands up, spreading the lips, and dove in like it was her last meal.

Terri responded like an animal in heat to the tongue in her slit. She howled and pushed her pussy down onto Lena's face, cramming her wet lips apart on Lena's open mouth, shifting her hips back and forth, fucking Lena's face. Lena held on for all she was worth, drilling her tongue inside when she could, to taste the nectar of Terri's arousal, licking and nibbling and sucking on the hard button of her clit when Terri pushed it at her, and hearing Terri squeal with pleasure when she did. As she relished her first experience giving oral pleasure to another woman (it really is hot!), she felt John put his hands behind her knees and push her legs up until her knees were almost at Terri's butt. The motion pulled her hips up, and she wondered if John was going to fuck her, and she thought about stopping him. She wanted him to fuck Terri, she wanted to watch his dick going into her pussy, and she started to pull away from Terri's clit, but then she felt his tongue again, between her legs, and she started licking again. Terri reached behind herself and held Lena's legs up.

Terri's thighs were now squeezing together on Lena's head, and she was mashing her clit onto Lena' face. Combined with the sounds Terri was making, Lena knew the other woman was close to cumming. Fuck, she thought, I'm going to make a woman orgasm using my mouth, and she going to cum right on my face! Yeah! As Terri's moans increased, she felt John's tongue leave her pussy, trailing down, replaced by fingers in her wet hole, and he started fingering her as his tongue found its way down to her ass, and John started tongue fucking her anus as her fingered her. The sensation drove Lena wild and she started yelling, muffled into Terri's pussy, and that yell was enough to push Terri over the edge. The younger woman suddenly clenched her thighs tight on Lena's head, and a she yelped as her orgasm hit. Her clit was pressing into Lena's upper lips, hard, pressing it into her teeth as her tongue slipped back into her hole, feeling and tasting the cum as Lena climaxed. Fucking hot! she thought as the hot sticky fluid washed into her mouth, on her face, and then John's fingers and tongue did the trick and she was cumming, too, she felt her own hips bucking even as she pressed her tongue deeper into Terri's love hole, sucking out her reward. And then her own orgasm took her and her body clenched and stiffened as it took hold, and she was crying out, yelling, the fingers in her pussy not stopping, the tongue still in her ass. 

And then Terri was off her face, and was kissing her, their mouths and tongues sharing Terri's cum, and John stopped working on her, and her body relaxed as the legs dropped back down, and she tried to catch her breath, heard Terri breathing just as hard, panting, wanting, needing more as they kissed. Then John was there, too, and they shared the kiss three ways, all licking, tonguing, sharing the flavor and the heat and excitement. 

They broke the kiss then, Terri lying at Lena's side, half on top of her, their breasts pressing together, and John kneeling in front of the couch, each one gently caressing the others. Lena's hand found its way to John's waist, feeling for his dick, finding it hard and ready, She stroked it lightly, then grasped it firmly. She turned to look at John.

"M-mm, your dick is nice and herd and ready for fucking!" she cooed to him, and she grinned, and turned to Terri. "Terri, honey, get off the couch and lay down on the floor." She grinned broadly. "It's time for me to put my husband's hard cock in your pussy and watch him fuck your brains out!"

Terri licked her lips, kissed Lena, and scooted off the couch, and lay on the floor in front of them, her legs spread wide, and her wet gaping hole pointing directly at her married friends. Lena sat up, and she led John between the younger woman's legs. John knelt between Terri's spread thighs, and Lena knelt at her side by her waist. She wrapped her fingers around John's hard shaft, feeling the throbbing pulse, the animal heat. Her other hand went to Terri's pussy, playing in the wet lips, sticky from her cum. "She got a beautiful pussy, doesn't she, John?" Her fingers slipped inside. "She's all wet for you, the slut." She looked John in the eye, moved her face close to his. Her voice was a loud whisper. "Her pussy is wet and hot, and filled with her cum from when I licked her, and made her cum with my mouth!" Her fingers slipped out, rubbed Terri's clit, eliciting a moan from her. "She's ready for a good fucking with your hard dick." She turned to Terri. "Are you, Terri? Are you ready to get fucked?"

"Oh, God yes," she managed, "I want to be fucked. I need to be fucked." Her hand reached for Lena's, playing at her pussy. "Put John's cock in me now!" She held Lena's wrist with an urgent strength. "I want his cock to fuck me hard, I want you to see his dick pounding my cunt, I want his cum in me!"

Lena pulled John's dick closer, pulled her fingers out of Terri, and rubbed the head of John's dick on the woman's wet slit, spreading the swollen lips. She watched them part, Terri's hole open and red, welcoming, wanting and ready. John made pleasured murmurs as she rubbed his head on her, and Terri did the same as she touched her clit with John's member. Then she slid it down, and aimed it at the entrance to Terri's pussy, and pulled to coax John forward. She did not remove her hand from his shaft, but allowed it to slip through into Terri's body, and she watched her hole open and stretch to accept the head and shaft. Lena felt her own pussy heat and flush with wetness as she relished the sight of her husband's cock entering the other woman! She watched it slip in, then pull back, wet with Terri's juices, then push back in, eliciting a series of moans from Terri as she was filled. Lena didn't know if she had ever seen anything hotter, sexier, or more beautiful than watching her husband's dick entering their new lover!

Finally she removed her hand; John was in her all the way, and began fucking her like she knew he could. Terri urged him on, her hips rising up to meet his, her hands at his ass, pulling him into her. Lena sat back, spread her legs, and watched them fucking as she reached between her legs and began stroking her clit. A live sex show, she thought as she masturbated, starring her husband and their lover! She felt her orgasm already building, and her other hand joined the first, two fingers slipping into her incredibly wet pussy. John had increased the intensity, and was pulling back slowly, then driving hard into Terri. Every plunge made Terri call out, every pull back made her moan. Lena could hear the sloppy wet sounds as their bodies met, and now John was pounding in and out, steadily, and Terri lifted her legs, clenching them around his back as her rode her. She was crying out, urging him, and Lena's fingers worked her pussy; she saw Terri throw her head back, her face frozen in a spasm of pleasure as her hips thrust up, and her entire body stiffened, and Lena knew that Terri was cumming. She's soaking John's dick with her cum, she thought, and that brought on her orgasm too, and she came watching her husband fuck Terri through her orgasm!

As Lena's climax receded, her fingers continued to play, keeping her peak close. The sound of the fucking changed as Terri's cum flooded her pussy, wetter, sloppier now; Lena came again, the orgasm shuddering through her as she watched. Terri recovered, and again started fucking back. She pulled her knees up to her chest, almost doubled up; it forced her pussy up in the air, and John shifted his position for the new access. He was squatting now, his hands pressing on the backs of her thighs, and was ramming down into her like a machine. She could see the glistening sheen of cum on hic shaft every time he pulled out, and Terri began urging him to cum, a filthy stream of desire filling the air.

"Fucking cum, John, shoot your cum in my slut pussy, fill me up, you fuck! I want your cum in me! Fuck me! Give me that hot cum! Fill my pussy with cum!" 

It was all Lena could stand. Spurred by Terri's unbridled lust she came again, harder this time, calling out as she came, rubbing herself furiously. She rode her orgasm through, feeling her cum gushing onto her own fingers, wallowing in the wild abandon of the moment. Her climax receded and Terri continued begging John to cum, to fill her, to fuck her, and then John started grunting, and his body tensed, and she could see it, and Terri was crying out "Yeah! Cum in me!" and John was pumping his cum into her pussy, and Lena made herself cum again, watching her husband shoot his hot load into Terri's pussy, and her eyes closed, and she howled her ecstasy. 

When she opened her eyes Teri had lowered her legs, and John was pulling out, and she saw his cock, covered in a cum cocktail of their mingled juices, and she crawled to him and sucked it into her mouth, savoring the taste of her husband and lover on his tool. As she let it slip from her mouth, she looked to Terri, saw John's cum oozing from her used hole, and Lena's fingers went their almost on their own, playing in the sloppy mess, smearing the juices, feeling the slick, sticky heat. She raised the fingers to her own mouth, and John and Terri watched her as she sucked them clean.

Exhausted and fucked out, they hugged, and kissed, and struggled to their feet. After a quick cleanup (Lena still had John's load on her face and hair!) they managed to get to the bedroom, and nestled into bed together. They sipped champagne. John got the untouched tray of food from the den, and they snacked. They stroked and caressed each other. Terri told them how grateful she was that they had waited, how much better it was now. John told her how great it was to fuck her at last, and how hot it was when Lena and Terri did each other. Lena said her pussy was sore from fingering herself so much! But she added that her first lesbian experience was better than she'd dreamed, and was looking forward to her next one. 

They kissed.

They hugged.

They talked and laughed.

Eventually, they fell into a restful sleep, John between the two women. Lena rested her hand on John's chest, feeling Terri's next to her own. 

As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what their future would be like. She didn't know, but she was sure she was going to enjoy the trip!