by Dan Moran
She cast the covers aside, leaning her sweaty head on my stomach and catching her breath. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. “Hey,” she whispered.
“Hey,” I replied, stroking her damp hair.
“How do you feel?”
I chuckled. “After what you just did? How do you think? I’m still floating on clouds...”
She grinned and wriggled up to kiss me. I put my arms around her and pulled her on top of me, kissing her forehead, her chin, then her lips. “You’re so sweet,” I told her, running my fingers through her hair.
“I want to look at your ass,” she said, her smile fading slightly. “I’m worried that I overdid it last night.”
“You didn’t.”
“Still, I want to see. Roll over.”
She climbed off of me and I rolled into my stomach. “Oh,” she said softly. I felt her fingers running very lightly over my buttocks. She tsked and said, “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away.”
“I’m fine,” I told her again. “Really. I know there are some welts, and I can still feel a slight sting, but that’s it. It’s not hurting me or anything. My ass will be just fine.”
“Oh, I know it will, but still...” She was almost whining as her fingers caressed my buns soothingly. She leaned forward and began kissing my buttocks.
“Honey, really. Don’t worry.”
“Okay,” she said. “I won’t. But I insist that you stay in bed for the moment. I’m going to get up and make you a tasty breakfast.” She leaned down and kissed the back of my neck, then got out of bed.
I rolled onto my side and pulled the covers back up to my shoulders. “Really?” I said. “Thanks, sweetie.”
“It’s my pleasure,” she said. “You just lie there and snooze or read or whatever. I’ll come get you when it’s time to eat.” She pulled a bathrobe over her lovely nakedness, winked at me, then left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I rested for a while, then piled up some pillows so I could sit up. I grabbed a book from the nightstand on my side of the bed and read for a time. After maybe a dozen pages, Justine knocked on the door.
“Yeah,” I said.
She poked her head in. “Breakfast is just about ready,” she said with a smile. “Time to come down.”
I smiled back, put my book down, and got up. She looked at me for another moment or two, and her smile turned saucy. She was staring at my penis, which was again swelling, rising, and pointing at her. “Oooo, you’re such a horny slut,” she said, laughing.
“That’s right,” I answered, throwing my arms into the air, leaning back and stretching, thrusting my groin forward even more. She laughed and went down the stairs.
I threw on some sweatpants and a T-shirt, washed my face in the upstairs bathroom, and went downstairs, following the growing smells of bacon and coffee and the sounds of sizzling. Stepping into the living room, I saw that our plates were already on our coffee table, piled with hot food, two cups of steaming coffee nearby.
“I’ll be right in,” Justine called from the kitchen. I sat down, my stomach growling from hunger.
Justine stepped in a moment later. Her robe was open and starting to slip off her shoulders a little. Her breasts were thrust out, her nipples stiff, and she stood for a moment with her legs apart, hands at her sides. “Ready to eat?” she asked, looking into my eyes.
“I’m so ready, I don’t know what to eat first,” I said, my cock poking up in the crotch of my sweatpants.
She just smiled and sat down beside me. “Well, let’s eat what’s on our plates first,” she said with amusement. “Everything else will stay hot.”
It was a struggle to shift my attention, but I was hungry, so I turned to my plate as she turned to hers, and we both turned to the TV for a time while we ate. After we finished our meal and one of our taped TV shows, I leaned back on the couch and said, “Ah, that was good. Now I’m full.”
“I’m not,” said Justine, looking at me. She grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. “I need something more,” she whispered. She pushed the coffee table back with one foot to make some space, then got on her knees in front of me, grabbing the fabric of my sweats and yanking them down. My erect cock sprang free and slapped against my abdomen before rebounding and standing straight up in the air. “Oh, yesssss,” Justine hissed fiercely. “THAT’S just what I need!” And she bent her head down and sucked me.
“OOOHHHhhh,” I moaned as she gave me head. Sometimes I simply could not believe how much pleasure she could bring me, especially since I’d just had an orgasm less than two hours before. “Oh God... oh yes... ooooooooo... oh please yes...”
This time she blew me with quicker, shorter motions, and with more force. “Mmmm,” she hummed. “Mmmmpph. MMmm. Hmmmmppphhm.” She loved my cock in her mouth and was glad to let me know how much I was pleasing her with this blowjob.
After several minutes of this bliss, I put a hand on her head. “Jus—ohhhh... Justine... I wa—ooooo... ahhh... I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you. Ahh... please...”
She looked up at me, smiling, her breaths quick. “Yeah?” she said with a lusty smile. “You wanna fuck? You want some of this hot pussy?”
“Oh God yes,” I panted. “Get up here. Please. Get up here now and get on it. I want you on me.”
She stood, let her robe slip away to the floor, and placed her right knee on the couch to the left of where I sat, then held the back of the couch as she got her left knee up on the other side. I felt a few drops of the hot juice that escaped her already wet sex, as she hovered above my crotch for a moment, looking down. I reached around her ass with my right hand and gripped my cock, moving it until I found the spot I sought. After a couple of seconds of rubbing the head against her moist lips, I held it still, and she sank down onto me with one quick motion.
“Hoah!” she cried in loud ecstasy as I filled her completely, her hot weight sliding tightly over my whole shaft and stopping at my balls. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, head back, smile wide and showing her perfect teeth. Her hands gripped the back of the couch as she began to gyrate, moving her hips in a slow, grinding circle and massaging my stiff flesh in every last sensitive spot.
“Oh, GOD!” I gasped, the pleasure so great that it almost felt like too much, as though the human body wasn’t meant to withstand this degree of physical delight. Her slick hot cunt gripped and slid and fondled my entire penis from every possible angle all at once. My organ was so inflamed with desire that it felt as though I had pure divine light there inside of her. “Oh my GOD Justine... oh, it’s so fucking great...”
“Yes... oh yesssss...” she replied. “Yes, I love it. Yes, fuck me. Oh, I love your cock inside me, I love it, I love it.”
I slid my arms under hers, holding the middle of her back and pulling her to me, kissing her breasts hungrily. “Oh yes!” she whispered. “Lick my nipples!” I ran my tongue over each of her nipples, switching every few seconds, then taking her right one between my teeth and sucking hard. She clapped one hand to the back of my head, pulling me closer against her, squishing my face into her and shouting, “Oh YES suck my tits!”
As I did so, I slid my hands down and grabbed her ass, groping her lovely flesh and moving her hips around as I rolled my groin rhythmically. Justine was breathing harder and faster now, so I increased the pace of my grinding and thrusting, switching my mouth to her other nipple, and her hips began bucking faster and she squealed and began moaning lowly, and I knew it was not long. Then her squeal became a moan and then a shout as her sweat-drenched belly slapped against my own again and again, her hips shaking, her hand clutching the back of my head with some real force. “OOOHHH! OH! AH! OH!” she shrieked, coming hard, her insides milking my cock with powerful spasms that made me come in turn. I grunted and gasped as I coated her lovely insides with many intense jets of my jizz, holding her by her ass, clamping her down on me until I finished filling her depths.
We sat still for a few minutes afterward, ju
st breathing and holding each other. Finally, she lifted herself off of me, my now-limp dick sliding easily out. Justine got up and went into our downstairs bathroom, and I wriggled back into my sweatpants. A few minutes later, she came back, kissed me, and said, “Now you just lie back on the couch. I’m going to clear and wash the dishes.”
“I’ll help,” I said, starting to rise.
“No,” she said, putting a hand on my head. “I insist. I want to treat you for once.”
“Well, if you insist...” I said, settling back down.
She smiled. “That’s better. Just relax, then go take a shower. Later on we can get dressed and go out somewhere.”
“I love you,” I told her.
She leaned down and kissed me again. “I love you, too. Always.”
***
That evening, we decided to go out for dinner. Over our appetizers and wine, we talked about the great sex that morning. “I’ve really been enjoying all of our new games,” Justine said, “but it’s good to know we don’t always have to do that stuff now that we’ve tried it. This morning on the couch was incredible, and there wasn’t any hint of domination or power play or anything. I guess you just turn me on no matter what.”
“Yes.” I smiled back at her. “I love surrendering to you, but I also love”—I glanced around the restaurant, then lowered my voice—“I also love fucking you. Just to have your hot naked body pressed against me... mmmm.”
She slid a foot up my leg and pressed lightly on my crotch. “Careful,” she said. “You’ll get me all hot again.”
“I’m already hot again,” I replied. “In fact, I’m wondering if I can take the time to eat anything here or if I should just pay the bill now so I can get you home and undressed asooner.”
“You’ll have to wait. Maybe you could skip dinner, but I’m famished.”
“Have it your way.”
“Listen,” she said, reaching across the table with one hand and touching my wrist. “About this bondage and power stuff.”
“Yes?”
“I really love having you in my power. You know that. You’ve seen what it does to me. Your submissiveness really turns me on.” She squirmed a little in her seat, aroused just thinking about it. “But I also... well...”
“What is it?” I asked, having no idea where she was going with this.
“Well... I think I’d like to try switching places for a night.” Her voice was lower, almost meek, and she looked down at the table.
“You mean like that time I tied you to the bed with those ropes you’d left in place?”
“Yes, like that. Only more. More like I’ve been doing to you recently. With some of our new stuff. I think I’d like to hand myself over to you. Give you the key to the collar. I want to get tied up by you. Mind you, I don’t want to be spanked or whipped or anything. I’m not into that like you are. I just want to... well, you know... surrender myself.” She looked up at me. “Will you?” she pleaded softly.
“Of course,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “I love you. I’ll do anything you want. We can try all sorts of things and have fun in any way we want.”
She smiled sheepishly. “OK.”
I kissed her hands, and when I let them go, she picked up her purse and reached into it, feeling around for something. She brought one closed fist out and held it out to me. “Here. Give me your hand.”
I held out my hand, palm up, and she opened her fingers and pressed something into my hand, now holding my hand inside both of hers. She looked at me and said, “I want this to be the way we do it. When one of us hands over the key to the collar, we’re asking the other person to take charge, whatever different things that may mean to each of us. I want it to be the signal.”
“All right. To make it certain, whoever hands it over should say, ‘I am now yours.’ ”
She smiled. “I am now yours,” she said, letting go of my hand, in which I now held the small key to the padlock of the bondage collar we had recently acquired. I closed my hand around it and put the key in my pocket.
Our dinners arrived soon thereafter. I finished my first glass of wine, but we had a bottle on the table. “Pour me some more wine,” I said.
She reached forward and grabbed the bottle, refilling my glass. “Watch you don’t spill any,” I added. “I know you don’t want to be spanked, but believe me, I’ll find some delightful way of punishing you if you misbehave.” She did not spill any wine.
At the end of the meal, when the waiter brought the bill, I took some cash out of my pocket and asked Justine, “Is the collar in your purse, by any chance?”
“Yes.”
“Take it out.”
She did this, glancing around to see if anyone was looking at us. I took out the key as well as cash from my pockets. “Now put it around your neck. Give me the lock.”
“You mean... right here?” she asked, seeming slightly embarrassed.
“That’s exactly what I mean. Now do it.”
She fumbled with the collar and with her hair and, after an awkward minute or so, managed to get it in place around her neck. I reached forward and adjusted the tightness, then snapped the lock into place. As I was doing this, the waiter came to our table. I could feel Justine stiffen.
“Will you... uh, sir... will you be needing any change?” he asked, taking up the bills I had left at the edge of the table.
“Answer the man,” I told Justine, trying the key in the padlock to be sure it opened, then snapping it shut again.
“N-no,” she said, looking up, her head tilted slightly back as I made the final adjustments. “No change. Thanks.”
The waiter went away, and I stood. “Come on,” I said, holding out a hand to Justine. She took my hand and stood up, and we put on our jackets and made our way to the door, drawing a few puzzled glances as I led Justine by the hand and she followed with her eyes down.
In the car, I got in the driver’s seat and told Justine, “As I drive home, you will get your head over here in my lap and suck me off.” I started the car and pulled out of our parking space. “Come on,” I said firmly. “Unzip my pants, take out my dick, and suck it until I come in your mouth. I want to come before we get home. That gives you a little less than ten minutes.”
“As you wish,” she said, shifting in her seat to get a better angle. She fiddled with my zipper, reached into my boxers and grabbed my growing erection. It was in her mouth a moment later, her tongue swirling all around as her head bobbed. “Oooohhh yes,” I said. “Oh that’s it. Ooooo that’s good...”
I strove to keep my focus on the drive, but it was a short distance and one I’d driven hundreds of times over the years, so part of it was habit anyway. The heat of Justine’s head was wonderful as it engulfed my cock, which was extra sensitive from the two orgasms I’d already had that day. “Ohh, you’re doing great,” I continued.
“Mmmhh,” she replied.
“You love it, don’t you? You love having my cock filling your mouth...”
“Mgh-hg!” she hummed emphatically.
“And you want my come, don’t you?” I asked, feeling it building up to the bursting point. “You want all of my hot sperm down your throat...”
“Mh! Ghhhgh!” she said, her rhythm picking up speed, her breath sharp and rapid through her nostrils. She sucked and gulped and pivoted her head around, making desperate inarticulate sounds of lust and yearning.
“Oh yeah... OH YEAH...” I said as we turned onto our street. “Oh, you’re gonna have it... oh, I’m gonna—”
Then I spewed for the third time that day, sending wads of semen into her lovely hot mouth and down her throat, panting and gasping as she swallowed it all, licking me clean. My whole crotch throbbed with an exhausted satisfaction as the orgasm wound its way down, and I at last pulled into our driveway. I parked and shut off the car as Justine tucked my very happy penis back into my pants and zipped me up. She rose in her seat and looked at me with her hands in her lap. “Did I do well?”
“Y
ou did great,” I said, kissing her on the cheek. “Now let’s get inside.”
Once inside the door, I told Justine to take off all her clothes, everything except the collar. “Leave it all right here on the floor.” Once she complied, I said, “There’s an open bottle of burgundy there in the corner. Get us two glasses and pour us each some wine.” I simply stood and watched as she did this, then approached the counter where she stood naked next to the wine. “Now face me and put your hands on your head.”
She instantly complied, smiling in a way that told me she was really enjoying this whole idea. I think she’d been waiting for some time to try being submissive for me. I dipped my right index finger into one of the glasses, wetting it with wine, then rubbed it lightly over her left nipple. Her lips parted. I dripped a little wine on her right nipple, drawing slow wet circles with my finger and getting a very quiet moan to escape her. Leaning forward, I sucked the nipple, licking all of the wine off and then nibbling slightly on the stiffening bud. Justine began gasping a little as I moved my mouth around her breasts, kissing and sucking. I stood up again and once more dipped a finger into the wine, then stuck it in her mouth. Without needing to be told, she sucked at it greedily, moaning as if she were sucking my cock.
I took my finger away and said, “Spread your legs a little. Keep your hands on your head. A little wider. That’s it.”
I reached between her legs without further ado, and my probing fingers encountered wetness. She gasped loudly as I slid a couple of fingers along her slippery lips, scissoring them, gliding at the edges of her swollen flesh. I brought my fingers back up to her mouth and said, “Now taste yourself.”
She’d only done this a couple of times before in all the years of our marriage, and she took a second to think about. “Justine!” I said loudly, and this snapped her out of her contemplation. She moved her head forward to suck my fingers, licking and slurping at her own juices, savoring the taste of her pussy.
“Good, isn’t it?” I said.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I think I’ll have a taste myself.” I dropped to my knees before her, tilted my head back and worked my way under her crotch, then began eating her with vigor.