by Loren Teese
As he walks away, I lower my lips on yours. A kiss filled with love.
***
We are lying on the beach now, alone. You are relaxing, your eyes closed, the trails of cum left by the man on your legs already dried out in the sun. I admire your lips, your face, and the shape of your breast: your silhouette is so sexy to me.
I still feel very excited of course. I touched you not long ago, slid my fingers inside your wetness, watched you exposing your cunt and orgasm to a stranger. My fingers still smell of your juices and it arouses me, I lick and smell them to remember your taste.
My caresses cover your face. From your blonde hair, tracing your ear and down to your neck, up to your lips that I love – and need – so much on me. I feel your breath on my fingertips. I can’t tease you too much there, you’d wake up abruptly and that’s the last thing I want.
What I want, instead, is waking you up slowly, tenderly. As I caress your nude arm from your shoulder down to your hand, while I caress each finger one by one, I hope to become part of your dreams. I want you to wake up, already aware of my presence, of my lust for you.
I see a tentative smile on the corner of your lips, you are almost awake. I’m probably tickling your arm. I know I should not, but I like the smoothness of your skin too much. Your armpit, so elegant, and down on the side of your chest, caressing your breast, grazing just the edge of it, gently cupping it in a hand to feel its presence, fondling it a little and teasing your nipple between my thumb and index, feeling as it gets hard for me. Each movement drives me crazy; in each and every movement there is so much of you.
The smile grows bigger: you are awake and all mine on a desert beach. Something else has gotten bigger too: I can’t resist you anymore; I’m hard. I am too turned on by you, by your naughtiness, your sexiness. Even the way you breathe excites me.
My eyes meet yours and I see the lust in them. You want me, too.
But then, as you spread your legs and I turn around to lie on you, we hear some steps. A noise of leaves moving: someone is approaching.
I quickly take your hand, stand up and pull you away from there. We run to the sea, giggling, deep into the water, far enough from the shore.
Finally, when the water is a little above our waists, we turn around. A couple has come; they are getting naked and preparing their towels on the sand.
I feel your hand on my cock. You grab it, you feel it's completely hard for you, then kiss me with passion and begin stroking me. I feel your fingers up and down on my shaft, your thumb teasing my tip. You know me so well, what I like, what I need.
I could cum, I'm sure; I could cum right now in ecstasy, with just your lips on mine and your hand loving me. But you are showing me that devilish smile, again. You are so naughty, my Amy, and I love you so much also because of that.
You turn around, facing the beach, and rub your naked ass on my hardness. I feel your hand reaching for it between your legs, soon guiding it between your lips, and then you bend a little and push your ass to me, letting my cock slide all the way inside you.
I feel your wetness, you are so turned on for me: it’s heaven. I grab your breast under the water and pull you to me. You begin moving your hips on me, fantastic... I slide in and out of you in such pleasure.
I love your body on mine. Really, I feel intoxicated by your smell, so much my head spins.
The couple on the beach had realized we are there. They are looking at you; they know what you are doing to me. Indeed, you move up and down in the water and the look on your face says it all. It’s pure bliss. I don’t care anymore: I just want you, I need to cum inside you, to fill your body, to make it mine after it has been dirtied by that man.
I just lower my hips a little for you, as you move your body on me. You lead; I'm there for your pleasure. But I know I'll have mine too, soon. You raise your pace, move faster, up and down on my shaft while I grab your tits and pull you closer to me, the splashes of water revealing our movements to the world.
Our rhythm is in tune with the waves, we feel one with the sea. I lift your leg, so I can push my cock all inside of you, deep, the deeper that I can, until I feel your womb squeezing on my tip.
I move too now, in and out, and I can't stop anymore. My cock is so hard, so turned on by everything of you. I tell you that we are not alone, that you can't scream too much when you’ll finally cum. But I know you don't care, and indeed I just want to turn you on, even more, knowing someone is there, watching us, looking at what you are doing to me.
I feel your breath getting heavier, the back of your head lying on my shoulder as I push my cock harder inside you.
“I want to cum, I need to cum. I want to fill your cunt here, in front of them,” I whisper in your ear.
You feel my cock throbbing deep inside you, touching your cervix each thrust of my hips towards your ass.
I'm going to cum.
I feel you are close to your orgasm too: I know you; your whole body is shuddering in pleasure, your eyes closed as you savour it. You are so close…
Then I feel your muscles gripping on my cock, squeezing it, rubbing it. Your moans getting louder as you tell me your orgasm is there. I push it deeper and you finally feel me cumming inside you: a hot flow of juice filling your womb, your pussy, spurt after spurt you feel all my desire for you.
I push my hips against you and keep it all the way in, just for a while, enjoying your body squeezing my tip, enjoying your pleasure too as I feel your breath calming down.
Then I slide it out, release my grip on your breast. I was probably squeezing it too much but I’m sure you didn’t care. You stumble a step ahead, turn around, hug and kiss me with such passion my head spins again, for you.
From above your shoulder, I can see the couple, watching us. We’ll not be embarrassed when we’ll go back to the beach: they enjoyed it too, I'm sure. Maybe they are both lusting for you, now, for you sexy body and moans.
But you are only mine: my beautiful wife.
=== END ===
Punished at the Peep Show - Oops! I've Been Caught Stealing in the Sex Shop
I wake up feeling my husband's presence between my legs. I don't open my eyes. I love to focus on my other senses, when Ryan wakes me up like this, as he has started doing more often in the past months.
For twenty years we have been together, already, and yet we never have enough of each other yet. If anything, our sexual activity, now that our children have grown up and moved to college, has gotten even better, compared to the hasty, passionate sex we used to have when we were young or the quick, distracted one we had when kids were playing in another room.
Now, Ryan makes me feel... Adored.
Yes, that's the word.
As I become more aware of the world around me, of the sunlight trying to force my eyes open and of the chirping of the birds just out the semi-opened window in this lazy, summer morning, my husband gives me something nobody else can give me.
I let him kiss my feet, slide his tongue up my legs, smooch my thighs and my stomach, purposely avoiding my sex first, then my small tits when he grazes them on his way to my neck. He knows I like to let the excitement grow slowly inside me.
The only part of my face he doesn't kiss are my lips. Before going down back to the hollow of my neck, this time grazing my breasts with his unmanned beard first, then with his open lips. The first bite on my nipple anticipates something rougher, and it feels so great to mix the previous extreme, cheesy tenderness with the sudden need to be possessed by the man I love.
Then he slides his tongue even lower. I'm aware my body is not so fresh after the hot night, and yet I let him lick every centimetre of me he wants. I know he enjoys it, and he knows the thrill of being exposed to him like this, in such an imperfect state, makes it even more exciting for me.
When he bites my panties and pulls them to the side, sliding his tongue past them, I'm already moaning in bliss, wet in excitement, ready to be his. I move, for the first time, just to take off my panties and
spread once again my legs for him. His tongue feels like heaven: he slides it up and down my slit, in and out of me. He lifts my knees just to reach deeper inside me, to taste me even better.
I am so dirty, and yet so excited... He is experiencing the real me, the one I don't dare to expose to others, but him. It's just too much for me: I moan louder, my legs tremble and I clench my fists on the bed sheets as a deep orgasm pervades my body and mind. Only then, I open my eyes to look at my husband, at his face still gently lapping between my legs, taking away the last remnants of my climax.
Our eyes meet, and I see the awakened devil in his. Soon he crawls over me, and when our lips meet, this time, it's a deep, passionate kiss I reciprocate. There's no trace of his previous tenderness: he pushes his cock deep inside my open, drenched pussy in a single thrust and begins pumping it in and out of me. I feel used, possessed... It's how I like to be treated, most of the times, and he knows it. Like an object: to adore, to despise, to use as pleased… there's not much difference. I’m his property.
He pumps in and out of me with excitement. I like the feeling of my orgasmed pussy being violated like this. So wet, loose. I’m a hole to fill with his cock, and my body bounces on the mattress as my husband groans and – his hands at the side of my head – rocks his hips against my crotch.
I look up. I love the view of his chest right in front of me, when he fucks me like this, like an animal in heat. I move again, just to raise my head enough to wrap one of his nipples inside my mouth and suck it.
He cums in seconds. I knew he would.
“The perfect awakening,” I say. “Seems to be happening more often nowadays. Anything you have to tell me?” I joke.
“We are going to the sex shop, today,” he simply says.
It’s my first time in such a place, but the shiver I feel down my spine tells me everything is going to be OK.
Exciting, and OK.
***
Nothing wrong about it: Ryan has always taken care of maintaining our sexual life alive. He proposes, he sometimes forces me into things I would never consider myself.
He has bought me toys before, and we have used them to some extent. I can't say I've not enjoyed them, but I'm always so lazy when it comes to such things... I like too many things, and yet I never act to obtain them.
Not all dreams are meant to be fulfiled, right?
We've started looking at porn every now and then, and to confide to each other our deepest fantasies, while we do. The movies we watch have changed, in time, adapting to our tastes. He knows I enjoy scenes with more people in them: being it men or women, it's the same... It's the taboo that excites me, and the fact those people are having sex in front of each other, exposing themselves naked, doing such dirty acts... In front of a camera, moreover.
He knows I like to show off myself too, he noticed more than once how wet I get when he lifts my skirt on an escalator giving the men behind us a glimpse of my firm ass.
As I said before, he knows that I love to feel possessed, that I want to be treated like an object, to be used for one's desire. Sometimes we watch amateur videos made with prostitutes. When we do, Ryan always calls me a bitch, a slut, a whore... He uses my holes as he wants, and when I pretend to complain he plays his part well, brings our more money and then gets what he has paid for.
The fact someone could offer money to use me excites me so much, I always cum before him.
With this trick, he makes me do things I would never do. Once he left me bound to the bed, face down, for an hour or so, while he watched a movie in another room. It sounds strange, but when he came back the bed was wet of my juices. That time he even took my ass, which he had never done before. That was something I had secretly craved to try, and never had the courage to ask him.
Really, in time I've managed to confess to him everything.
Everything but one thing.
Because it’s not only about being possessed by force. It's about possessing by force, too.
Possessing things.
But it’s something I can't really tell anybody, something I feel ashamed of.
Something I’m not going to tell him.
Ever.
***
Ryan is good at making me feel at ease. He takes me to a café first, treats me to a coffee and some cake. He knows I'm nervous, I'm sure about it. I've never been to a sex shop, after all, and he knows it. That's the reason for this unexpected little journey, I think. Because he knows that getting myself in situations I’m not accustomed to, makes me always wet. Being it a job interview or an unplanned phone call… The more I feel tense, the more I'm aware I'm showing something that is part of the bare me, the more my body reacts like that.
When we arrive at the shop, I let him enter first and follow him when a tall, huge black security guard keeps the door open for me. I'm excited because I'm in a new place. A taboo place, for people of my generation, grown in a religious family, like me.
But I'm thrilled also because I have a chance to my deepest desire today, and I'll do it in front of my husband for the first time, without him knowing.
The shop is almost empty, and the owner comes out of the cash desk to greet us and ask if we need some help, which we obviously say we don’t. He still small-talks with us, complimenting my husband for having “such a beautiful wife”. Said by a man closer to his sixties than fifties, I can’t take that as a real compliment, though, but the man is overall quite friendly and polite.
We walk around the vast shop looking at all kind of different things. There's the BDSM section with chains, ropes, whips, paddles... There's even a catalogue for custom made equipment, with images of wooden horses, crosses, suspension bondage… everything you need to set up a special room.
I'm not interested much in such extremes, though. What allures me the most are the underwear and the dildoes sections. There are even strap-ons there, and I've always wondered how it would feel to possess another woman... Or a man, with it. Would I be so excited, as I am now? But I know the strap-on is no the main reason I feel like this, today.
I notice a poster hanging on a wall between two aisles.
CUSTOM
PEEP SHOW
With
Cathy Raise
Every Saturday and Sunday
From 14:00 to 16:00
The picture of a woman bending to show her tits, covered only with a tiny bra, is explicit enough. I wonder if this kind of show gets the attention of the customers. I wonder how she feels, being watched by strangers, being paid to show them her goods. But I soon forget about Cathy, when I see a shelf filled with all kind of radio-controlled stimulators for women and men: I've always found the idea of being stimulated in public, suddenly, without notice, very arousing. I should try it, sometimes.
We really didn’t come here to buy anything, and after a while, my husband leaves me alone. He knows that if I want to enjoy the thrill at its peak, I need to be by myself. He doesn't know my other reason, but nonetheless, I see him going to the cash and start speaking with the man again. They talk, they laugh: it's the perfect chance for me.
Only a small thing, nothing important. But I need to do it. I quickly check the package and slip it into my bag. It's so small nobody will notice it, so small there's no space for the security tag on it, and anyway I saw no Electronic Article Surveillance at the entrance.
I feel my juices pouring out my pussy, my panties getting sticky, my lips spread in excitement, waiting to be used, own. Once home, I'll bend on the sofa, lift my dress and let Ryan violate whichever hole he wants. He’ll possess me for free, like I possess this object now, without having paid for it.
And then hubby actually chooses a new, huge, black dildo he wants to try on me – which, while I look at the floor embarrassed, I wonder how it'll even fit inside me – and as we get out of the shop, no alarm is triggered. I feel the well-known sense of relief after a successful steal, the discharge of adrenaline slowly leaving my blood.
Until the black security guy grabs
my arm, just a couple of meters out of the shop, and asks me to stop. What follows is a quarrel between my husband and the man, at the end of which they agree to let the guard check inside my bag. At which point, I already know my world is going to end.
***
Yes, I made a mistake. There's no way a shop with a security guard would not implement an Anti-Theft system.
I was stupid. And now I risk the police to track down my other activities controlling the cameras of other shops, maybe? I'm red in embarrassment as I follow the guard back inside the shop, to the office in the back.
“I don't know how it ended up there!” I try to justify myself.
But even Ryan seems to have doubts on me, now, and when the guard says he's going to call the police, he asks to speak with him alone, and they both exit the room.
Never have I felt this ashamed in my entire life.
***
It's been ten minutes since they left the room. I could, at times, hear them argue, but I couldn't discern the words. I could hear the voice of the owner, too. I bet he doesn’t think I’m that beautiful anymore.
When the door opens, only Ryan enters.
“I asked him to look at the security camera recordings,” he begins.
And then I already know no excuse will work. I don't speak, I lower my eyes which are starting to water. I don’t know where to start. I need him to ask me.
“Why did you do that?” he asks. “We can buy whatever we want, in this shop.”
Of course, he must know already it’s not about buying. He knows me pretty well.
I sigh, and Ryan caresses my head to console me for some time. But even if he's being supportive, I know the time to clarify what I did will soon come. And with it, the time to confess him the last part of my real self he doesn't know, yet.
He waits, patiently, until I speak.
“It's not the first time,” I say.
I wonder why I decided to begin telling him that I'm a serial thief. Maybe I think that if he's able to cope with the hardest truth, this weight I feel on my chest – my hardest truth given t him, to be judged - will disappear sooner?