Tempting Her...
Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:44 pm
Every word of Part I is true; no action yet on a truthful Part II, but hoping!
We’re sitting on the back deck on a summer’s day – the kids are gone for the evening, the open space behind us in empty, there are margaritas on the side table, and my wife has gone upstairs to put on “something sexy,” promising me that this will be a “very special night for me.” Even with that, I’m amazed when she comes outside – hair teased up, huge hoop earrings, very heavy makeup (she doesn’t usually wear any), a navel ornament with three four-inch long silver dangles that reach almost to her panty line & undulate whenever she moves – all of which I can see, because all she’s wearing is an emerald-green merry widow that has peek-a-boo bra cups and, as I learn in a moment, a split crotch panty, to go with the string-back. She pirouettes in front of me on 4-inch CFM heels – “You like?”
I’m breathless -- I pat the seat next to me, and after she sits down, I hand the drink to her. We toast, then she licks the salt of the rim and takes a delicate sip. “So, what shall we do now?” she asks, as she crosses her legs, which causes the gap in her panties to open, which shows her nicely (and freshly!) trimmed pussy. She follows my eyes and smiles. “I thought you’d like that,” she says, and makes no move to change the view.
We talk for awhile about this and that, but my mind isn’t in it. I’m trying to touch her here and there, but she keeps pushing me away.
“You like being teased, you don’t want to have fun right away.”
She’s right, she knows me well. I’m a little buzzed by now, halfway through my second drink, so I take a risk.
“I’ll make you a dare. Can you tease me for 30 minute, without letting me come or letting me get soft? If either one happens, then I get to do whatever I want to you for the rest of the evening, with no limits.” She knows this means she’ll be tied up, that whatever hair is left on her pussy will be shaved off (she doesn’t like going bare, says it itches too much), and whatever else I can think of to do to her.
She laughs – “30 minutes? Easy!” – and sashays into the kitchen, wiggling her nearly bare ass at me as she goes. She comes back out with a timer, sets it to 30 minutes, and says, “Let’s go!”
I lie back, trying to think of anything but sex, so as to win the dare early. Her hands are busy though, and soon my fly is down, my boxers are pushed down, and my cock is free to the sun. She takes a big sip of margarita, making sure to get an ice cube, then moves her head towards my lap.
The feeling of the cold ice cube and the warm tongue on my cock simultaneously is unreal. I gasp – she rarely gives me head, but now she’s doing me like a pro, swirling my cock with her lips and tongue. After a moment she backs off. The air on my wet cock gives a new feeling, and I twitch. “Getting soft yet?” she asks with a wicked grin. She grabs the salt, and covers my cock from tip to base in salt. She spends the next five minutes carefully licking it off, grain by grain. I try to get my whole cock back in her warm and lovely mouth, but she resists, slowly taking one crystal at a time off with the tip of her tongue. I look down at those provocative earrings dangling against my groin, and I start to lose it.
She feels the buildup, and suddenly sits up, reclines back, and grabs her glass. She looks at the timer – “Not even close yet, bub. Now what shall we do?” She starts running one finger up and down my glans as she talks about some meaningless gossip in the neighborhood. I’m dying, but the pressure is decreasing. Finally she swings a leg over me, reaches down to part the seam in her panties, and puts me inside her. I groan and try to move back and forth, but she holds me down. “15 minutes to go, darling, you can’t come yet.” She lifts her body so high that just the tip of my cock is still in her, and holds it there. Again the moisture, this time from her pussy juices, starts a cool feeling on my cock. She holds there for a few seconds, then descends agonizingly slowly. And again. And again. Even that gets me too close, and the tip of my cock starts twitching inside her. She settles down on my hips and stops moving, pinning me to the couch. “So, what’s your dirtiest fantasy about me?’ “You know,” I groan. “I forget, you might have to tell me again,” she says, with a wicked grin.
“Having you fuck someone else.”
“Oh really? Your wife, fucking someone else? Is that really what you want me to do?”
“Yes, you know it is.”
“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart, you never know what might happen.”
“Oh I should be so lucky. You would never do it.”
“Really, you don’t think so? Tell me more. How do you want it to happen?”
I’m totally over the edge by now, any caution or sense is gone. My whole world is in the head of my cock, which she’s now squeezing regularly with the inside muscles of her pussy.
“I want you to fuck me on a Friday afternoon, then leave and give yourself to someone else for the weekend.”
“Really?” she says slowly. “You want me to fuck you on a Friday afternoon, then fuck another man on Friday evening? Is that what you want?”
“Yes. That’s what I want.”
“Anything else?”
“Yessss…” I pause. I’m about to go beyond any limits of fantasy that we’ve approached before. I’m not sure I can say what I really want. She notices my hesitation. Her motion stops, my cock half in and half out of her. Her cunt muscles squeeze me gently, tight then relaxed. Tight, then relaxed. “You have to tell me, you know. I won’t let you come till I know everything you want me to do.”
I swallow hard. “I want you to fuck him on Sunday morning, too, and come home without cleaning up and fuck me on Sunday afternoon.”
She breathes into my ear. “You want me to come home with my pussy still dripping wet with another man’s come, and let you put your cock where I had another one just a few hours earlier? Is that what you want?”
I can’t say anything, but the pulse in my cock and the look in my eyes tell her all she needs to know.
“Well, I think that could probably be arranged,” she says, as she stop squeezing and starts moving up and down again and the timer goes off, and my orgasm explodes from my mouth and cock as I roar while my cock ejaculates as deep into her cunt as I can thrust.
End of Part I.
We’re sitting on the back deck on a summer’s day – the kids are gone for the evening, the open space behind us in empty, there are margaritas on the side table, and my wife has gone upstairs to put on “something sexy,” promising me that this will be a “very special night for me.” Even with that, I’m amazed when she comes outside – hair teased up, huge hoop earrings, very heavy makeup (she doesn’t usually wear any), a navel ornament with three four-inch long silver dangles that reach almost to her panty line & undulate whenever she moves – all of which I can see, because all she’s wearing is an emerald-green merry widow that has peek-a-boo bra cups and, as I learn in a moment, a split crotch panty, to go with the string-back. She pirouettes in front of me on 4-inch CFM heels – “You like?”
I’m breathless -- I pat the seat next to me, and after she sits down, I hand the drink to her. We toast, then she licks the salt of the rim and takes a delicate sip. “So, what shall we do now?” she asks, as she crosses her legs, which causes the gap in her panties to open, which shows her nicely (and freshly!) trimmed pussy. She follows my eyes and smiles. “I thought you’d like that,” she says, and makes no move to change the view.
We talk for awhile about this and that, but my mind isn’t in it. I’m trying to touch her here and there, but she keeps pushing me away.
“You like being teased, you don’t want to have fun right away.”
She’s right, she knows me well. I’m a little buzzed by now, halfway through my second drink, so I take a risk.
“I’ll make you a dare. Can you tease me for 30 minute, without letting me come or letting me get soft? If either one happens, then I get to do whatever I want to you for the rest of the evening, with no limits.” She knows this means she’ll be tied up, that whatever hair is left on her pussy will be shaved off (she doesn’t like going bare, says it itches too much), and whatever else I can think of to do to her.
She laughs – “30 minutes? Easy!” – and sashays into the kitchen, wiggling her nearly bare ass at me as she goes. She comes back out with a timer, sets it to 30 minutes, and says, “Let’s go!”
I lie back, trying to think of anything but sex, so as to win the dare early. Her hands are busy though, and soon my fly is down, my boxers are pushed down, and my cock is free to the sun. She takes a big sip of margarita, making sure to get an ice cube, then moves her head towards my lap.
The feeling of the cold ice cube and the warm tongue on my cock simultaneously is unreal. I gasp – she rarely gives me head, but now she’s doing me like a pro, swirling my cock with her lips and tongue. After a moment she backs off. The air on my wet cock gives a new feeling, and I twitch. “Getting soft yet?” she asks with a wicked grin. She grabs the salt, and covers my cock from tip to base in salt. She spends the next five minutes carefully licking it off, grain by grain. I try to get my whole cock back in her warm and lovely mouth, but she resists, slowly taking one crystal at a time off with the tip of her tongue. I look down at those provocative earrings dangling against my groin, and I start to lose it.
She feels the buildup, and suddenly sits up, reclines back, and grabs her glass. She looks at the timer – “Not even close yet, bub. Now what shall we do?” She starts running one finger up and down my glans as she talks about some meaningless gossip in the neighborhood. I’m dying, but the pressure is decreasing. Finally she swings a leg over me, reaches down to part the seam in her panties, and puts me inside her. I groan and try to move back and forth, but she holds me down. “15 minutes to go, darling, you can’t come yet.” She lifts her body so high that just the tip of my cock is still in her, and holds it there. Again the moisture, this time from her pussy juices, starts a cool feeling on my cock. She holds there for a few seconds, then descends agonizingly slowly. And again. And again. Even that gets me too close, and the tip of my cock starts twitching inside her. She settles down on my hips and stops moving, pinning me to the couch. “So, what’s your dirtiest fantasy about me?’ “You know,” I groan. “I forget, you might have to tell me again,” she says, with a wicked grin.
“Having you fuck someone else.”
“Oh really? Your wife, fucking someone else? Is that really what you want me to do?”
“Yes, you know it is.”
“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart, you never know what might happen.”
“Oh I should be so lucky. You would never do it.”
“Really, you don’t think so? Tell me more. How do you want it to happen?”
I’m totally over the edge by now, any caution or sense is gone. My whole world is in the head of my cock, which she’s now squeezing regularly with the inside muscles of her pussy.
“I want you to fuck me on a Friday afternoon, then leave and give yourself to someone else for the weekend.”
“Really?” she says slowly. “You want me to fuck you on a Friday afternoon, then fuck another man on Friday evening? Is that what you want?”
“Yes. That’s what I want.”
“Anything else?”
“Yessss…” I pause. I’m about to go beyond any limits of fantasy that we’ve approached before. I’m not sure I can say what I really want. She notices my hesitation. Her motion stops, my cock half in and half out of her. Her cunt muscles squeeze me gently, tight then relaxed. Tight, then relaxed. “You have to tell me, you know. I won’t let you come till I know everything you want me to do.”
I swallow hard. “I want you to fuck him on Sunday morning, too, and come home without cleaning up and fuck me on Sunday afternoon.”
She breathes into my ear. “You want me to come home with my pussy still dripping wet with another man’s come, and let you put your cock where I had another one just a few hours earlier? Is that what you want?”
I can’t say anything, but the pulse in my cock and the look in my eyes tell her all she needs to know.
“Well, I think that could probably be arranged,” she says, as she stop squeezing and starts moving up and down again and the timer goes off, and my orgasm explodes from my mouth and cock as I roar while my cock ejaculates as deep into her cunt as I can thrust.
End of Part I.
