“Sir.”
“What?” Now I was really confused. Maybe the heat had gotten to my husband. It was a very warm day.
“Your beer, sir,” Brandon corrected me.
I went from confused to angry to somewhat turned on. Apparently, the heat was getting to me too.
“Sir?”
“Say it,” my husband commanded.
“Here’s your beer, sir.” I really had to force the words past my lips. I view myself in all ways as Brandon’s equal. He does too.
“Are you giving me a hard time?” His eyes were harsh but I saw the familiar humorous twinkle buried under the intense stare.
“I . . . I . . .” I was flustered but turned on. I decided to go with it. “No, sir.”
“I think you are and that skirt is too short. Turn around, young lady.”
I turned on my heels so fast I had to grab the deck railing for support. I waited and tried to breathe. It was suddenly hard to draw air.
Brandon’s hand slid up the inside of my thigh. His touch so light I felt goosebumps break out on my skin. Then he flipped up the back of my skirt and exposed my bottom and panties. I waited.
I felt his familiar hands on the white cotton panties. He smoothed his palms over the fabric and then I heard a crack before I felt the pain. I yelped and grabbed harder at the railing. He was spanking me!
“Six swats for being difficult.”
He alternated smacks on my bottom until it was tingling and hot. I could feel how wet my panties had become. My breath wouldn’t come. I was surprised and thrilled at the same time. I had no idea that Brandon had this in mind when he bought the skirt. If I had known, I might have worn it ages ago.
I heard him stand and felt my nipples peak beneath my T-shirt. He stood close behind me and pulled my panties down with a tug. When they hit the deck he growled in my ear, “Kick them off.”
I did. I kicked them to the side and tried not to push back against him. I knew by the sound of his voice he would be hard and ready. Brandon pushed his fingers into me and they slid in with ease.
“You’re so bad. Look how wet you are from being bad.” Then he flipped up the back of my skirt and I felt the soft breeze on my naked ass. “Lean forwards,” he commanded and I did. I pressed my belly against the railing and felt my pussy open to him.
Brandon’s zipper sounded loud to me and made the wetness between my thighs worse. I felt his cock probe at me and glanced around through the various trees that shaded our deck. The thought that someone could be watching this display made me even wetter. Then he slid into me and I forgot all about the neighbours. His big hands pulled at my waist and forced me back against him. He drove into me hard and fast. Pushing deeply as I clutched the railing.
“Rub your clit, bad girl,” he growled and I obeyed. Caught up in the fantasy and the moment and his command over me.
I rubbed circles with my fingers. My clit so swollen and sensitive I knew it wouldn’t take much. I held on tight to the deck railing as he fucked me harder. Brandon made that sound he always makes right before he came. I rubbed my clit a little harder. Suddenly it was very important that we come together. That would make this scenario that much better for me.
“Next time I ask for a beer you give it to me properly,” my husband grunted and then he smacked my bottom hard again. I yelped from the sudden pain but then my orgasm was flowing through me. He spanked my other cheek as I continued to come. Rubbing my clit and moaning. Hanging over the deck rail praying that no one was watching. Or maybe praying they were.
Brandon pulled me back tight. “Baby,” he sighed and emptied into me.
We stood frozen for a moment before getting ourselves together. I sighed, my body loose from the orgasm and tingly from the excitement of it all.
“Want another beer?” I asked and then giggled.
“Sure, babe. And get one for yourself.” He winked and settled back in the deck chair.
“Yes, sir,” I trilled over my shoulder as I went into the house. I smoothed my hands over my new favourite skirt.
TIME FOR A CHANGE
Richard, Melbourne
I have a confession to make. Last week I came home early and caught my wife having sex with the guy next door. It was her high-pitch laugh that made me look across the road. They were at his house, in the lounge room with the curtains open, fucking their brains out. I was speechless, couldn’t believe my eyes. Every instinct told me to go over there, knock down the door and smash the guy in the face but as I watched something happened, something I’d never tell any of my mates.
I snuck over to the window and peeked in. I’ve seen plenty of pornos but never actually seen a couple having sex, live that is, and I was intrigued. Watching Brad’s arse fucking her rhythmically had me wondering what it would be like to have sex with another guy. Just watching his cheeks clench and contract had me wanting to grab hold of them, to rub my hands over his skin, pull apart his cheeks and run my cock up and down his hole.
I was shocked I could think of something like that at a time when I should have been furious. I’m not gay or anything, never even thought about it, honestly. I don’t have any gay tendencies, really I don’t.
I moved away from the window, tried to get a hold on my feelings, but I wanted to see more: more of Brad, his thighs, the muscles in his calves and more importantly his cock. I sidled back to the window. They’d changed positions. He was lying on his back and she was riding him, her hot cunt sliding up and down his shaft.
I wished they were closer, that I could see better as I could only catch glimpses of his shaft, slippery and wet as she rose before slamming herself back down on him, impaling herself, grinding into him while his fingers squeezed her flesh.
My cock was throbbing, wanting some sort of release. I couldn’t very well pull it out and jerk off there in the front garden. Anyway the more I watched the greater the desire so I snuck off, didn’t confront them and headed off into the city. I was confused, didn’t know what I was thinking and why. There wasn’t anyone I could talk to; I’m married after all. What could I say to someone? They’d be more shocked about me than finding out my wife was cheating on me.
I knew where a gay bar was and thought I’d go and check it out, you know, just to get the feel of the place, see if I could maybe get some answers to the questions running through my brain.
I was surprised it was so packed. There were guys everywhere. Drinking, dancing and just sitting around talking. I was nervous and felt self-conscious so I moved over to the edge of the bar, perched myself on a stool and ordered a drink. Before the drink arrived this guy came over, started some small talk. He didn’t look gay to me so we started chatting. His name was Frank. Next thing you know we’ve downed half-a-dozen beers and we’re getting on like a house on fire.
Anyway I had to take a piss and asked him where the toilets were. He said he had to go too so we made our way through the crowd. It was bizarre. I think three guys groped my arse and I’m sure one was lunging for my cock before he got pulled back. It made me feel good that someone, even if it was a man, was actually attracted to me.
They seemed like such a friendly lot, laughing and having a good time. There was no one in the toilets and when I flopped out my cock to piss, you should have seen the look on Frank’s face. His eyes nearly popped and I must admit my chest swelled as his eyes devoured my member.
“Nice cock,” he said.
“Never had any complaints,” I laughed.
Next thing I knew he was on the floor sucking me off. I didn’t know what to do. It all happened so fast. My cock grew and grew as he gobbled me down. Boy, did he give good head. I could feel my balls tighten as he looked up at me. I remembered how I felt when I was watching Brad and I thought, well, here’s my chance, so when he beckoned me into a cubicle, I thought why not.
Before I had time to shut the door he had his trousers down to his ankles and was bending over, his arse cheeks wiggling at me as he whispered for me to hurry. I pulled his cheeks apa
rt and his puckered hole winked back at me. I thought it’s now or never and began to inch my knob in. Man, he was so tight. Once I got my knob in the rest was easy.
I was surprised at how easy it was and I loved my balls slapping against his arse as he pushed back. I gripped his hips, marvelling at his broad back, the tightness of his muscles. My hand moved further around and I managed to grab his shaft. It nearly drove me wild and I found myself slapping at his thighs, his arse and in no time I was shooting my load, just as a couple of other guys entered the toilets.
Zipping up my trousers I couldn’t believe what had just happened, what I’d stooped to. Fucking a guy in a toilet in a gay bar. It was the most out-of-character thing I’ve ever done. I practically ran out of there, jumped into my car and drove home. The thing was I couldn’t stop thinking about how my shaft disappeared into his arse, how his muscles gripped my cock, how fucking great it felt.
When I pulled up the driveway I wondered what to do about my wife. I’d completely forgotten about her and Brad, I was so caught up with myself. When I thought about it I realized she’d been complaining a lot, saying our sex life was boring, so maybe it was my fault that she had turned to our neighbour.
An idea began simmering in my brain. Brad had once told me about a swingers club he went to. Said anything you’d ever thought of you could have there. I wondered if she’d be in it. I wondered if I could fuck a guy while he was fucking her. The thought of it had my cock throbbing like crazy.
Yeah, that would be awesome. Or maybe another woman going down on her while I fucked her hot little pussy. I could see myself, my cock thick and hard, probing some other woman’s fat pussy lips, sliding in, ramming into her while my wife looked on. Man, pre-come oozed from my slit. I hurried inside, found my wife relaxing in the spa and jumped in with her.
She was shocked when I suggested she bend over and I lather up her hole, give her a bit of a thrill. With suds clinging to her body, I soaped up my cock and with hardly any effort I slid right in. She loved it. Couldn’t get enough. Before I knew it she’d turned into a tigress, slamming back into my groin, grinding her arse into my pelvis.
It was fucking amazing. We fucked our brains out all night, in every position imaginable. She asked what had happened, why I was doing stuff that she’d only ever fantasized about.
I never told her it was because I caught her and Brad. I thought me fucking Frank made up for it and I wasn’t sure how she’d react knowing I’d just fucked a guy, so I said nothing, but I did hint that from now on she’d never know what surprises I’d come up with.
She giggled and threw her arms around me. Told me she loved the new me and to be honest so did I. There was so much I had to learn and I’m telling you it’s going to be fun finding out what I’ve been missing out on.
I’d always been pretty conservative, maybe even a bit of a prude, so I suppose you could say that my wife having sex with our neighbour opened up a whole new chapter in my life.
I’m definitely not gay, but if the opportunity comes up for a threesome, or foursome, and nature takes its course, well, I’ll be happy to participate and see what else I can learn but until then arse-fucking has become my favourite position.
IN HIS HANDS
Mary, Plymouth
Tom has been my boyfriend since college. He’s a very sweet, attentive guy, and he loves to buy me little gifts. The best one by far was the remote-controlled vibrator he bought me for my birthday. I was totally confused when I opened the parcel; I just sat looking at this weird belt thing with what looked like a pager nestled next to it amongst the tissue paper. I asked him what the hell I was supposed to do with it, but Tom just smiled and told me I was going to have the best birthday ever. He’d booked us a table at a really nice restaurant for that evening, and he wanted me to wear the vibe. He said it would slip inside my knickers discreetly, and nobody would know it was there except me, and him. Then, he said, we’d go out for dinner and he’d keep the remote. He would be completely in charge of my pleasure for the evening and, when I was least expecting it, he’d give me the orgasm of my life.
I had to admit that the idea sounded appealing. I’ve always enjoyed the feeling I get from a toy, and the thought of giving Tom the power to buzz me into oblivion at any moment was quite arousing, but I definitely wasn’t prepared to go out in public with a vibrator stuffed down my pants. I wanted to know what he thought we’d do if someone heard it, or if people started noticing what we were doing. It would be too embarrassing for words. Tom popped the batteries into the vibe and switched it on to show me how quiet it was, and he reminded me that restaurants aren’t exactly the most silent of places. It took some wheedling, and even a little begging, but finally I agreed to wear it, on the condition that we wouldn’t switch the vibe on until I felt ready.
Well, by the time we got to the restaurant that evening, I was feeling nervous. I had on my little black dress, with my black lace bra, knickers and stockings underneath, and the vibe belt on underneath that. It slipped firmly, not too tight, around my hips, with the unit itself resting just between my pussy lips. If I squeezed my thighs together, I could feel the pressure of it rubbing on my clit, and I was wishing we could have tested it out at home.
As I sat down, I was sure every other person in the restaurant knew what I had down my knickers. The people at the tables next to us were so close that I could have touched their elbows if I pulled my chair out. I’d never felt as naughty.
We ordered our food and a bottle of wine, and Tom asked me how I was feeling. I said I was all right, and he asked if I wanted to turn the vibe on. I wanted to wait a bit more, but after a couple of glasses of wine, I was less worried about it, so I excused myself to the ladies’ and went to turn the unit on. When I got back, I saw Tom grinning at me across the restaurant, because he knew exactly what I’d been doing. I saw he had the remote in his hand, playing with it like it was a set of car keys or something, and I expected him to buzz me right there, but he didn’t.
I sat down at the table again and it was like a normal meal, except I couldn’t keep my eyes off that remote. I asked Tom when he was going to do it, and he just smiled at me. I called him a git and started eating my salad, and then I felt the vibrator start up. He didn’t run it for long, and it was very low, just a little tickle on my clit, but I nearly spat lettuce all over the table.
Tom asked me if it felt good and I said yes. It was incredibly sexy to get that feeling sitting there in my posh frock, with all those other people around us, stuffing their faces and not having a clue what we were doing. The thought turned me on more than the vibe, and I was going to ask Tom to turn up the speed, but he shut it off again. It was then that I realized what his game was. He told me, in a very low voice, so the other diners couldn’t hear us, that it wasn’t the vibrator that was going to make me come, it was him.
All the way through the main course, Tom kept giving me little thrills with the vibe, just a few seconds at a time, and I had my work cut out not to gasp every time I felt it buzzing against my clit. I could feel myself getting wetter, and the anticipation was incredible. I could see Tom was getting really worked up. To anyone else’s ears, we were carrying on a perfectly normal conversation about work, talking about Tom’s chances for a promotion that was coming up, but he kept making little comments to me in a low voice, only for me. He kept telling me what a dirty girl I was, getting so horny in the middle of a posh restaurant. He kept pointing out people that he said were looking, and he told me he could tell how turned on I was just from the look on my face.
I could feel myself blushing, but I didn’t feel embarrassed any more. All I could think about, all the way through dessert, was how much I wanted to push all the plates and glasses off the table and just bend over it and have him fuck me right there, in front of everybody. Tom asked me what I was thinking and I told him, leaning forwards so I could whisper to him. My breasts brushed the tablecloth and my nipples were so hard and sensitive by this time that I thought I was going to
explode. Tom said he wished we could fuck like that too, but we both knew there was no chance. He said he was going to the loo and to pay the bill so we could go home, and I said I’d wait while he did.
I didn’t realize that the vibe’s remote had such a range, but he must have buzzed me from the gents’, because Tom wasn’t anywhere in sight when I got the most amazing sensation in my pussy. The vibe buzzed so hard I was sure it must be the loudest thing in the restaurant, but I didn’t care. It felt so good. I was dripping wet, but it just kept pounding against my clit. I caught my breath, grabbed hold of the edge of the table and hung on. I knew if it kept up I wouldn’t be able to keep from coming, and I could feel myself breathing faster. I started to grind my hips against the chair, and I was really aware of all the other people, but I could feel the climax coming up on me like a big wall of water, totally inevitable.
Tom was standing by the door, watching me, with his hand in his pocket. I turned my head slightly and I could just see him smiling at me as I came in a great big rush. I know I was panting, and I could feel my come soaking my knickers, making my thighs wet. I wriggled in my seat as my body trembled with little aftershocks, and the vibe stopped just as it was becoming painful on my oversensitive clit. I was amazed that no one looked at me.
Tom crossed the restaurant and stood behind me. “I think you’re about ready, aren’t you?” he said, touching my shoulder.
If I’d been able to stand up, I would have hit him. He slipped my coat on as I got to my feet and whispered, “Dirty girl,” into my ear. By the time we got into the taxi I was getting horny again, and he played with the remote the whole journey home until I thought I was going to pass out.
That night, we fucked like we hadn’t done for ages. I don’t know if it was the excitement or the naughtiness of using the vibe in public, or putting myself completely in Tom’s hands, but it did something pretty incredible for us. That evening in the restaurant was the first orgasm I’d ever had in public, but it hasn’t been the last. These days, we use the remote vibe at work, in the pub, out shopping . . . anywhere, any time. I never imagined being completely in his hands could be so much fun!
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