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(from: anonymous) Boyfriend Belted Me Good and Hard

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Boyfriend Belted Me Good and Hard

Its been about 10 months since my boyfriend Mike, paddled me good and hard for joyriding in his car and trying to lie to him about it. I never touched his car without permission again. I had a bad habbit of speeding. It has already cost me hundreds of dollars. I had already got two tickets against my license. I had two other ones but got one removed form taking a defensive driving class with the city. Another one I paid the county few hundred dollars to keep it off my records. Mike and I had a long talk about about 9 months ago. We both decided that I needed some accountability and some consequence as a deturant. We discussed it at great length. I suggest and commit to submit to another punishment spanking like I got for lying and joyriding in his car. He wasn’t for it at first but he finally conceded and gave his word to follow through as long as I gave my word to submit to it as I did last time. I was commit to not speed anynore and get no more tickets.

Well, that was nine months ago and I was quit determined not get any tickets. I stop speeding because I sure didn’t want a paddling again that for sure. I was on the highway about a week and and half ago cruising 70mph and the speed limit chance to 60mph and than to 55mph. I didn’t see the change. Sure enough, I got ticket. Couldn’t cute my way out of it because it was a female cop. I decided not not show Mike. I wasn’t going to lie to him but I figured I just pay the county off and be done with it. I put the ticket in my glove box and forgot about it.

I picked Mike from work because he was getting his car worked on. I was taking him to the garage so he can get his car back. His cell phone charge was low and I always keep a chager for his phone in my glove box. I was driving and he open the glove box and saw the ticket. Dam it, it was suppose to be taken care of.

“Kim, you weren’t going to tell me about this were you?”

I swallowed hard and just tried fucused on driving.

“Kim, I looking for answer?”

“Ohhh, ok, no, I wasn’t, I just going to pay the extra to the county again to keep it off my record. It was a speed trap and I. . . ”

“I see, well I was going to take you out tonight but I guess we have others things to do. I so sorry Kim, but you know what has to happen. So do you want to dance at my place or yours?”

Shit, shit, I really didn’t want this to happen. My butt was involuntarily clentching as I was thinking.

“Ohhh, Mike we can let this one go and. . . ”

“Kim, it was your idea in the first place remember, you braught this on yourself. So do you want to dance at your place or mine?”

Taking a deep breath, I said, “Mine I guess since my roommate left for the weekend this morning.”

“Ok, you can drop me off to get my car, I’ll go home take a shower and meet you at your place at 6, ok?”

“I’m going to get a hiding aren’t I?”

“What do you think Kim?”

Letting out a long sigh, whimpered out a, “ohhhhh”

I dropped Mike off and went home. The next few hours waiting for Mike was horrible. I decided to get few extra layers on and just wait. The knock on the door made me jump. I let Mike in and through my arms around him. He dropped his gym bag and enbraced me back.

“I so sorry Mike, I shouldn’t tried to keep it from you. I wasn’t going to lie about it, its just I didn’t want bother you with it.”

He held for a few minutes and than led me to the couch. Invited me to sit on his lap. I sat down and and put head on his sholders. He just held me in his arms. I felt so secure.

“Kim, you are never a bother to me. However, keeping that from me when we had an accountability agreement is dishonest. I love you and I’m so sorry but you also provided another reason to get to the end of things. Being dishonest is the same as lying but we can deal with that next weekend. Today, were going to have to hold you accountabile about getting the ticket. Now, no since putting it off, you get the paddle out of my gym bag and I’ll get a chair and. . . ”

“Ohhhh, Mike, please, please don’t use that damm paddle, I hated that thing, it was horrable, can’t you just use your hand and. . . . ”

“Kim, my hand is for confort not for punishment. But I guess I can use a belt instead.”

“A belt, I’ved never been hit with a belt. Oh, Mike can’t we just. . . ”

“Kim, its either the you stay in position and get a belt or you go across my knee and get the paddle, you decide?”

I barried my face into his shoulder again, “ohhh, the belt I guess just anything but the paddle. I was literally blistered for a few days remember.”

He helped me sit up and said, “ok, honey, let get this over with so we can oder pizza delivery and than snuggle down to a movie ok. You might want to some pillows from your room.”

Taking a deep brethe, noded as I was biting my lower lip. I slowly got up went to my bedroom and returned with all three of my large fluffy pillows. He gentle took two of them and carefully placed them over the arm of the the couch. It was obverse I was going over them. I toosted the other one on the couch within arms reach from where I knew I’d laying soon. Mike reached out gently and offered me his arm to guilde over to him. I took his hand and followed as I was placing my other hand over my butt. I moved over to the side of the couch and laid over the pillows. Took the one that I had there, hugged it and waited with trepidation. When I was in position, my feet barely touched the floor. Mike put his hand on my ever so gently and said. . . .

“Kim, you need to give me your belt and get your pants down too.”

I lended backwards stood up, looked at him, stompting my foot I said, “my belt, your going to use my own belt to beat my ass? Why do you use yours, I mean, after all. . . ”

“I’m not waring a belt, you are and it will do just fine. You can give me your or get the paddle”

“Ok, ok, not the paddle” as I put my hands on my belt and stepped back.

I was wearing jeans, T-shirt and of course my cowboy boots. My belt wasn’t overly thick so it wasn’t stiff. It was leather and just wide enough to fit in the belt loops. I’m fairly pattite so it wasn’t really long either, but long enough to double in half and be used.

I slowly pulled the flap out of the front loop. Pulled lip from the buckle and was about to pull it to the right to unlatch it loose. I paused. My belt felt different this time. I looked up at Mike and asked. . .

“Ohhhh, how many am I going to with with this thing, Mike?”

“Same as last time, as many as it takes, Honey!”

“I mean, whats the maximum number of swats, whats the limit?”

“Kim, its a punishment spanking, you tell me, is there limit for discliple spanking?”

Dam it, I knew where he was going, I just didn’t’ want admit it. I just froze in silence for at 20 seconds or so.

“Kim, you need to give me an answer, in a discipline spanking whats the limit on the number of swats?”

“Ohhhhh, I don’t’ know, unlimited?”

That right, it unlimited swats, you don’t seem to want a limited on how fast you drive so there not going to be a limit on the number of swats you get. What that means is, this belt whipping isn’t going to stop until I decide you had enough. That what a punishment spanking is, Kim. Now come on, give me your belt.” As he was holding out his hand.

I pulled the flap to get my belt unlatched from the buckle, and I said, “ohhhh, this really going to hurt isn’t!”

With trembling hands, I was slowly pulling my belt from the belt loops. It was an strange feeling pulling off my own belt that going to be to used on to tan my hide. It just don’t seem right. My belt just felt so much different.

Mike said, “well, its a licking, its suppose to hurt. I sorry honey but it has to be that way.”

I got my belt free, doubled the dam thing in half and than placed in his hand. I took a deep breath and started again to inch toward the end of the couch.

He gently placed his hand on arm, softly tapped my leg with the belt and said, “Kim, I’m whippin your backside not your jeans, pants come down for this spanking. I’m sorry but you have to pull them down.”

Stompted my foot again in protest, flew my hand over my bottom “dam it Mike, do I have to, why does it have to that way, why can’t we just. . .”

“Kim, it a discipline spanking, all punshment spanking are given the same way. Now take them down!”

“Ohhhhh, I hate this part.” I slowly moved my trembling fingers to the botton of my jeans. I looked up at him and saw measure of resolve in his face. I slowly unbuttoned the snap, push the zipper down and put my thumbs on the inside of my jeans and pushed the back part of them down just passed my butt cheecks. I stopped and look at him again.

“Come on Kim, you know then deal pull them all the way down to your knees at least, all the way down.”

I bent over far enough to push them to my knees and stood with my black legging. They were thin enough to ware under my jeans.

“I see, your always trying to control everything aren’t you? Well, I’m sorry but you aren’t going to be able to be in control this time. So you have pull them down too, Kim.”

Letting out a whimper of disappoint, “ohhhhhh.” I hooked the inside of my leggings and pushed them down too and stood up with spandex work out shorts. I look at him and with puppy eyes hoping to cute my way in keeping them up too, but I should have know better. He raised one eye brow and gave me a look. I swallowed hard hook the inside of my spandex and pushed them down to the other layers I had. I stretched the eslastic of my spandex out and pulled them around eventhing else so that they wouldn’t fall any further and stay in one place.

I was embarrassed as I stood up with with in just my superman bikki panties on. I crossed my hands behind me cover my bottom as I slowly started to hobble over to the edge of the couch. He step in front of me and put out his arms around to hold me for a second. My heart just melted at that moment. I leaned in to chest as he embraced me. I almost started to cry right than and there.

“I so sorry Mike for trying to hide that ticket from you, I shouldn’t have done that.”

As he held me tight and said, “Shhhhhhh, I just wanted to make sure you knew that although I’m disappointed with you, I’m not angry and I’m sorry I have to do this agian to you Kim, but you did literally ask for it, you know that right?” Noding my head in agreement as I was starting really feel the anticipation this whippin.

“Kim, have you really resolved in your heart to accept this spanking?”

Taking a deep brethe, I said, “well, I gave you my belt, pulled down all but my panties down and followed you dirctions even though I know it may hurt like hell. I hated the paddle spanking you gave me but I submitted to. I trust you with my heart, I might as well trust you with my butt too. I did commit to it, I just did except to get caught. No, I am not looking forward ti it but there is no one on this earth who I would allow to beat my ass with anything, except you. I’m really afriad right now knowing what going to happen, but I have resolved to take whatever you decided. Like you, I always try to keep my commitments too, even if it hurt.”

I threw my arms around his neck and just allowed him to hold me. I just feel so secure.

“Honey, I love you too, and unfortunately for you I still have to keep word too.” He stepped back looked at my superman panties. “What you say, afterwards we snuggle down and watch “The Man of Steel” movie since you seem to like Superman so much. After all you are still my supergirl that I’m proud of. But why dont we get this over with ok”

“Ohhhhh, ok!”

He let go of me and my hands flew back again over my bottom. I took at deep breath nodded in agreement.

“Mike, does it really have to be bare bottom, any chance of keeping my undies up? Pleaseeeeee . . ”

“I’m sorry Kim but punishment are always bare bottom, no protection. So as cute as your Superman panties are, its panties down for this spanking. Your going to have bare through it, no more arguing about it. Get them down and lay over the pillows. You were burning rubber on the road and now its time to burn a belt across your backside.”

“Ohhhhh, I hate this part,” as I slowly hobled over the couch until my thys touch the side. Look over to Mike and put my thumbs on the inside of my panties and paused again. Giving him puppy eyes, I asked again, “Bare?” He gave me a look, “Yes, Kim, bare! They come down too, all the way down.”

I let a big sigh and I was biting my lower lip. I slowly pushed them down to my knees to join the other layers. I leaned forward over the pillows. Again, with my small frame, I was pretty much bent in half, my feet barely touch the floor and the way I was positioned my backside was nearly pointing straight up. I was clentching and unclentching my cheeks together involuntarily. I grabed the other pillow and pulled it close hugging it like teddy bear.

I must have been quite a sight I was just about completely exprossed from the waste down, serveral layers of cloths bunched up around my knees held together with spandex shorts. and I was hugging a pillow pretty tightly. I felt so venerable.

Mike step forward gently put his hand on my back and rested the belt on my bottom. I flentched with tripredation as soon as the leather touch my bare skin.

“Ok, honey, before we start I want you to do two things. First, no matter how bad it hurts, and it will hurt, you have to stay in position. If you can’t or won’t, I’ll set the belt down go get the paddle from my gym bag, lock your legs over my knee and start all over. Secondly, keep you hands out of the way, I don’t want to smack them accidentally. Remember, this is an unlinited swats spanking, which means once I start, its not going end until I decide it ends. You don’t have to count them either. Your not in control, you don’t decide how many swats is enough. Can you stay in position and keep your hands out of way, honey?” I swallowed hard and noded in agreement.

“Ok, here we go Kim, do you beleive that if I whip welts into your backside with this belt long and hard enough that you will think twice about speeding down the highway?”

In a whimpering voice, “Ooohh, your not going spank as fast as you did last time are you?”

“Kim, you didn’t real seem to care about how fast you were going down the highway, why be concerned about how fast this belt is going to come down across you butt.”

“Ohhh, can’t you just start off slow and than. . . ”

“Kim, your belt is going to be burning acrosss your ass as fast as you were going down the highway. Its a discipline spanking, you don’t get to call the shots here. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Do you believe that if I burn welts up and down your backside hard and long enough will you stop speeding?”

While I seriously did not want to get this belt spanking, I figured that I might as well get this over with. But why does he make me say it like that. I know as soon as I do he’s going to tear into me with my belt. Dam, I’m getting a whippin with own belt, its just not right.

I gripped my pillow tighter and said, “Ok, ok, yes, if you spank me with that belt hard enough I’ll stop speeding.”

He lifted the belt off my bottom, I squezzed my eyes. Just as I suppected, there was no warm ups, no pauses between swats. He went right to hard fast and furious whacks in rapid fire seccussion. He didn’t let up until he was finished. Initial, I tried so hard to keep my composure, “Ohhhh, oooo, oooo, no no no not so hard please, I can’t, pleaseeee . .ooooo

smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,

The first blow caught me off guard. I jerked my body stiff as a board. crossed my legs and buck them straight every time belt hit me. I squizzed my pillow so hard my knuckles turn white.

“Oucheee oucheee, not so fast pleaseeee, oucheeee, oucheee.

Just as he said, he would, he was swing that belt in a continuous fast furious flury. The belt errupted with burning pain across the top part of my bottom. I was working so hard not to cry but and the volley of swats gave me a shock and owe of pain. He was strapping me just too hard and too fast. I would to think that it would end sooner but it didn’t. He was just getting started. Still fucusing on the top part of my backside he was whipping with such precision and speed

smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,

Hard and fast as he could and he wasn’t letting up. I was now bucking like crazzy, “ok, ok, I can’t, I can’t I can’t, I can’t teeeeeee, awwwww. I bit into the pillow to muffle my screams. The top of my ass was now a flaming fire of welts as he kept slicing away with that belt. Than suddenly the belt fell across my upper thighs and then lower butt cheeks, right on my sit spot. With tremondous speed and force he was whiping the living day lights out me.

smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,

I barried my face into my pillow bit down harder and harder. My mind went into panic mode. I was at that fight or flight mode. However, I had already resigned myself to accept this belt spanking. Trying so hard to stay in position. it was stinging so bad. I now reach my pain thresh hold and all I can manange to do at this point was just scream out in long load brusts of pain, “awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww” with every sering whack of the belt. I was now fluttering my legs and kicking like all get out. I started crying out of control at the same time I was screamimg into my pillow. “nooo, nooo morrrrrr, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww” i kept screaming into the pillow. It went on and on. Still bringing the belt over my thys and lower part of my ass right across the sit spot. The pain was like burning firey lines across my both legs and cross my lower ass. “awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww as he continued with rapid fire swats.

smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,

I stop screaming into my pillow and began balling out load. He was hiting my lower sit spot and thys so hard and so fast, I just couldn’t take any more. I tried to pull my knee up to climb up over other side of the couch arm, but all the layers of cloths bunched up at my knees prevented me from raise my leg. Mike kept his pace up, hard and fast as he could. He moved the strikes to now the middle of my backside, the belt was just long enough smack both cheecks at the sametime and renewed a shock of a burning sentations that exploded with pain across my the center of my ass.

smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,

I started hammering my fist on the couch, throwing my head side to side. My pillow soaking with tears. My legs involuntary kicking like crazy. I was sobbing now beyond control. The rapid fire swats just keep coming, it just went on and on.

smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,

I was bawling beyonds words. He finally decided I had enough and stopped whipping me. I slide backwards and got to my feet. I threw my hands over my backside and begain hopping up and down screaming and hollering. Mike calls it the “spanking dance.” I was dancing up and down, hicup crying so hard I couldn’t speak. It was even painful when I put my hands on my butt. My hair was a mess, I was hicup crying out of control, tears sreaming down my face, snot running from noise, layers of pants and panties to my knees and welts covered my entire backside. He literally belt whipped me good and hard.

I managed to stop hopping and remained in one place. Hanging on to my backside, I looked up at Mike. Still hiccup sobbing and trying to get my breathing under control, I tried to speak, “th. . .tha. . .that h. . .hu. . .hur. . .hurt!” I just could make full words yet. Mike walked towards me with open arms. I hobbled a few steps until he reached me. I berried my face into his sholder weeping and sobbing as he held me in his arms. We must have been standing there forever but eventually my hiccup crying subsided some, Mikes shirt was soaked with tears and snot.

“You want go over to and and lay down a while honey?” Still really couldn’t talk but I nodded my head from in he chest. He gently took my hand and helped my hobble over to the couch. He sat down at the end. I laid down on my side putting head on his lap. He stroked my head, face and hair until I completely calmed down and I could breathe normally. I never got another ticket now that I knew he was serious about holding me acccoubtable.

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(from: anonymous) A Fog of Innocence in Her Text


This is a difficult story to tell. It’s only as true as I believe it to be.

The night before I leave for an out of town trip we meet up with a buddy before heading to a bar for drinks. They hug when he arrives. They always hug. She likes it. She likes him.

They always hug, long and deep hugs in which he almost always reaches down and playfully starts his hug around her waist. He lifts her up so her feet come completely off the ground by about a foot. She is suspended there with her waist above his and her shoulders easily above his and he almost face to face with her breasts. She giggles and wraps her arms locked around his neck.

He captures the opportunity for a complete, full contact hug as she eagerly allows herself to be held there by him. Sometimes he twists himself back and forth playfully swinging her body lightly from side to side as she slides downward. I notice her breasts pressed and sliding across his upper chest. It seems so friendly, somewhat harmless as he treasures her there held securely with the tips of her toes helpless to touch the ground.

I look away as proof to the two of them that I am not troubled by their very personal contact. But I do sometimes feel a little awkward, even conflicted, fully watching. I want to see her feeling happy and having fun, yet it seems, at least to me, to be a somewhat obvious and relatively bold display of the personal and physical attraction they have for each other. I don’t know if they want me to see and yet they don’t seem to care. So occasionally I risk being caught watching it all. Mostly though, I turn away from watching directly to avoid feeling too uneasy. Besides, they do deserve at least the tiniest amount privacy. In spite of all this, I never turn so far I can’t see and watch, catching glimpses out of the corner of my eye. My minds eye impatiently fills in the rest. It’s no matter, it seems I’m just invisible to them anyway.

After a moment, he slowly and gently lowers my wife as he leans back I guess so she doesn’t just bounce to the floor. I notice again she is in full contact of his chest, stomach and waist as she slides down his body and her tiptoes just touch the ground. After being swung about, she has ended up with her legs slightly parted and on both sides of his leg. I see her chest and stomach pressed to him and her pelvis crushed against his leg still just ever so slightly still suspended there. After what seems like minutes, he allows her release from their close clinging moment. She gives him a simple but very close hug ending with her giving him a very friendly, soft and warm kiss. They always kiss.

At the bar, we all talk, they flirt and we all have a great time as I join in on their conversation and watch. After two hours, several beers for me and my buddy, and she with her four glasses of wine, we are a bit buzzed and ready to leave. On the way out the door, I off handedly suggest he take her to dinner the next night while I’m out of town to keep her company and have some fun. He grins a bit and says nothing. Then again, without thinking, I share my suggestion with her as we have now made our way to out the door to the sidewalk and in front of the large window of the bar. Upon hearing my idea she chimes in, “Oh yeah, that would be great. We will have some fun.” With a flirting smile, she slowly walks toward him, opens her arms, taking control, offering him another hug opportunity. He takes it.

He picks her up again and this time she seems suspended in the air for moments on end, swaying back and forth in his arms. As he allows her tiptoes to touch the ground I see her legs have parted again and she is completely pressed tightly against him. But this time it’s different. She seems to be pushing herself against him. She kisses him again and it lingers a second or two longer than usual and then we are all off for our separate homes.

The next evening I’m on the road at 8 p.m. We talk on phone and she asks about him coming to our home “while you’re gone, just to keep each other company over a few drinks and pizza and have some fun.” I wonder why she decided not to go out. I tell her to call and make her arrangement with him and go ahead and have some fun.

She: 8:30 p.m.: I don’t have his number.

I have given it to her many times and I know it is easy to find in my computer contacts. I am confused by the odd phone call and text. I guess she just wants my complete permission and approval again and is reminding me again that I did suggest they should be together tonight.

Me: 8:34 p.m.: Sent the contact info by email from my phone.
She: 8:35 p.m.: Thx

Then I hear nothing from her for hours. She almost always goes to bed early about 10:30 p.m. every night even when we have friends over. Even when he is there. When I’m out of town sometimes earlier. We always talk at night when I’m gone to catch up. She usually makes the call. But tonight, nothing. I decide not to call because she is almost always in bed when I call this late. So I risk a text just in case she is asleep.

Me: 11:30 p.m. Hey you… How’s it going.

I get no text or phone call for almost an hour or so. I stop thinking about my text and assume she is asleep. Finally I notice at 1:06 a.m. that she has sent a text about 20 minutes earlier.

She: 12:47 p.m. Good. He just left. Watched snl.

But that show is over at 11:30 p.m. I am amazed she is still up this late. The math races through my head. She texts me around 8:30, I text back, she calls him and I guess he gets there at 9 and she texts me almost four hours later. Plus I wonder about the hour and seventeen minutes after the show ended. So I venture an innocent enough, but curious enough text. I’m so anxious to know more but afraid to come right out with it.

Me: 1:09 a.m.: Have some

It’s at that point that I accidentally hit send. I sit there stunned at my fumbling fingers and what I had just texted to her. I worried what she must be thinking and what I meant by those words. I could not believe I made this mistake. My fingers tremble as I try to decide what to do. After a couple of minutes, shocked and worried I had waited too long to follow up, I added a finish to my message hoping to cover for my error. I decided since she had not yet responded, she must be waiting to see what I would say next.

Me: 1:11 a.m.: Oops… fun?
She: 1:15 a.m.: I did. Heading for bed. Early day tomorrow.

So there it was. “I did.” Not a simple yes but “I did” and she took four minutes to say it as if hesitant to present her passive, yet artfully aggressive, long distance admission. But she did and wanted me to know she did. I still wanted to know more. I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to hear anything in her voice that further reinforced what I suspected was clearly the meaning of “I did.” I hurried another text still trying to ask innocently for more information.

Me: 1:16 a.m.: Sorry I didn’t see u txt bak. Want me to call?
She: 1:17 a.m.: No. Going to sleep. Call u tomorrow.

It was clear to me now. What ever had happened was none of my business other than to send her message with clear and torturous implications. I could see it all, from the big hug to his eventual full conquest of my willing and flirting wife. I know her. She’s clever, yet perfectly pliable. More likely, she had carefully positioned her arrangement precisely knowing she would fall pray to his conquest, accept his physical offerings and played it out for herself, and for him, and now for me as if I was standing right there able to half watch it all happen. Finally, it is the possible and undoubtable likelihood he is still there that weights my mind. It is perfectly clear to me now.

For the next few hours I try to sleep and I eventually do sleep about four hours later after reading and rereading the text messages over and over again still deeply convinced and yet exhausted and intoxicated with conflict, wonder and doubt.

The next day, she does not call. She sends a few text messages to keep me up on what is happening during the day. But that’s all. We always talk when I’m driving home.

I get home at about 10:30 p.m. that night. I come in I get a nice little kiss and hug. I start chatting about my trip and begin to talk about her “fun” evening, without noting the lateness of it all or that he was there for almost four hours. She interrupts me and says she’s really exhausted and is going to bed. After several days she hasn’t mention his visit nor what happened in the four hours they spent together. But I am still rapt around it.

A few weeks go by. Everything seems normal. Until one night she asks if I have talked to him. She openly asks where he is and when he is coming for a visit again. She repeats her ask three days in a row eagerly wanting him to come visit next weekend. She knows I have another trip out of town. She has his number. She could call him herself. She could keep it private.

So I conclude she needs me to help and participate again in making her arrangement. So I did. I call him for her.

We talk and catch up on various things. I drop in a comment about my schedule. I casually mention in the conversation she would like company again during my absence. He doesn’t address it directly but implies he might be up for some fun again. I can practically hear him smile over the phone.

I tell her later I did make the call. She asks “Will he come and visit?” I tell her about the conversation. I tell her he did not confirm precisely but he did say he might be up for some fun again. I tell her I’m sure they’ll have fun if she calls him and makes her arrangement again. It’s 9:30 p.m. She is in her night clothes. She smiles approvingly, comes over and softly presses herself against me. She asks “Do you think he’ll come for me?” I practically melt. She briefly allows me to get my hands under the sides of her night shirt and slide my hands along her soft skin from her waist, to her ribs, to the swells of the sides of her lovely large breasts. As I try to go farther she slowly pulls away. She thanks me for calling him and offers me a flirting yet controlled little smile and heads to bed saying she’s too tired.

Two days later she calls on the road to ask when he is coming over to keep her company while I’m gone. I clearly know she has his number. I tell her again to call and make her arrangement with him and go ahead and have some fun.

I am completely captured by this fog of innocence that clouds this charade. But it is clear she really wants me to know, be involved and approve. So this time without texting me she comes right out and says, “I don’t have his number.”

I am so shocked at her blunt denial, I am speechless for about ten seconds. Then I tell her “I’ll send it to you again.” I worry that my comment is too bold. But she ignores my acknowledgement that I know she . She simply just says, “thank you honey.” I look at my watch and notice it’s 9:30 p.m. But I can not believe she wants this evening with him to begin this late into the night. I am torn but I did finally send his contact information again, just as she asked.

Me: 9:54 p.m.: Sent the contact info by email from my phone.
She: 10:15 p.m.: Thx

My mind races into high speed a I assume he gets there by 10:45 p.m. But I guess I do hope they have “fun.” I wait again for her evening call. I wait, nothing. So finally I send the same test as I did weeks before.

Me: 11:30 p.m. Hey you… How’s it going.

I wait for hours, nothing. I can not sleep I can only imagine. Finally, I hear my phone ping.

She: 2:48 p.m. Very good. Too much wine.

It’s four hours again and I never imagined she would be up until almost 3 a.m. There is no pretense of watching snl.

I know how she gets when she is up late drinking. She lets go. She gets so flirty and conversations get so physically close. Some times she lets her top fall open enough to accidentally show most of her breasts. With him around while she’s drinking she loosens up, plays and she just teases him till she is flush pink.

He often sits back and casually enjoys her little flirt. But it’s obvious he enjoys it and shows his interest by listening to her every comment and engaging her in close conversation and helping her with beverages in the kitchen while I wait in the living room. It seems that on these nights those hugs become so much more. So tonight I wonder after having “too much wine” where did the flirting lead, where did the hug lead. I answered so fast it was with in the minute she sent her message. I guess now she knows I was waiting up for her text alone miles away in a hotel room.

Me: 2:48 a.m.: Have some fun? Want me to call?
She: 2:51 a.m.: We did. Not now. In bed.

“We did,” not “I did.” This time no mention of him leaving at all. And her words paired with “In bed.” seemed so very, very clear to me. But with so many facts, I am left with no real clarity. I am barely able to contain myself from what I think I know. I am stunned at the late hour and the implied admission of his four hour stay. She hasn’t even tried to say he has left at all. I wanted to answer immediately, but I was so caught up in this new message and read it over and over again. I suddenly realized I had waited almost 20 minutes. I worried she would suspect I knew what was happening. I knew now I waited long enough to send a signal I was shocked and trying to decide how react to their extended, private evening and her messages. I took the innocent route again. I needed to hear her voice.

Me: 3:12 a.m.: Oh, OK?
She: 3:15 a.m.: Oops… I’m in bed. Fun night. Sleep soon. Call u tomorrow.

So there I am left only with my cellphone in hand and the few implicative words of text. Her words kept ringing in my mind’s ear and my mind’s eye as I read and reread the messages from both of my out town text conversations. Wondering again if what I did in encouraging them to keep each other company had now grown into a full blown personal encounter.

She seemed to have softly taken command of her personal and physical world. She is holding us both in balance. I was lured into providing her an opportunity and he is subtlety being allowed to command her surrender of favor.

Two nights later, having just arrived home at about 8 p.m., she asked if I would call and invite him to meet us for drinks again that very night. I’m exhausted from the trip. But, I did, I did make the call and invited him again. He eagerly responded he was up for some fun again and arrives in less than 20 minutes.

They hug again when he arrives and it’s really a show as he picks her up. This time when she wraps her arms around his neck she accidentally allows her breast to brush against his face and he doesn’t resist at all. Then as he lowers her down from the hug her legs have spread again and she again is suspended on his leg. I can see out of the corner of my vision that she is actually not so subtly moving her hips against him before he releases her to the ground.

We all together head to the bar and he orders a beer then orders a wine for my wife and a glass of my favorite whiskey on the rocks for me. He is buying now. Their flirting is obvious to me now. They are acting unnervingly familiar. I finish my drink quickly and he buys me another and then another. We are seated near the back of the bar in a booth and out of sight of most people there. They are sitting together opposite me in the booth. We really seem to be having a good time and he buys another round. They’ve had two I on my fourth. When we are finished we decide to head back to our home for his car. It’s almost 11:30 p.m. She drives. I’m very relaxed.

When we arrive I am surprised as she invites him in for another round. He helps her fill the glasses. Beer again for him, glass of wine for her and another double shot of whiskey for me. We park ourselves on the patio and talk, laugh and enjoy. I tease her I’ve been away several days and jokingly imply I’m ready for some fun. She has been acting so sexy and my head is full of imagined moments. I become bold and try coaxing her to take her clothes off for us. They look at each other and laugh. We all keep talking and having fun but I am becoming increasingly tired as I notice it is about midnight.

The next thing I know I wake up in the patio chair and I am alone. I’m disoriented, but after regaining my bearings, I glance at my watch. Four hours have passed. It’s 3:55 a.m. I assume he left and she went to bed. I head inside to the kitchen.

I see them both standing there standing next to each other. Very close but not touching, it’s as if they heard me moving about and just separated. She has changed into her night clothes. It’s not that he hasn’t seen her in night clothes before. It’s just that tonight she is wearing her thin fabric, low cut, oversized, long tee shirt. I can clearly make out that not only is she braless but her panties are off as well. I come in the room and they tease me about leaving them to have fun on their own. He says he had better hit the road and reaches down to give her a hug again.

Even though I turn away slightly again, this moment is burned into my mind. As he pulls her up from the waist her night shirt rises too. Her naked rear comes nearly into full view. Her neckline loosens and falls and most of breasts are now pressed against him as she bumps his face while being gently swung about. I realize I know what’s next as she slides down his body. I notice more of her beautiful body come into view as he holds her and the tee shirt slides up and she slides down. Her rear is completely open to view now and I can see it clearly and it is pink red.

She has almost lost all pretense that she is wearing a shirt at all. It has slid up and I can see the sides of her breasts and her neckline has fully fallen deep enough that her breasts are almost completely out of the top of her shirt. That of course means her lovely bush is now also exposed and now pressed against his leg. I begin to wonder if he is just going to strip my wife nude right there in front of me. They hold on to each other forever it seems and then release. Her shirt falls completely back into place. It’s as if it never happened at all. As usual, I remain slightly turned, really unable to watch any of this directly. But I did watch, I did see, out of the corner of my vision and from where I stood watching the reflection in the darkened kitchen window.

He speaks up and announces, “Well now, we did have some fun tonight.” I can’t tell if he means all three of us or just the two of them. She gives him a close hug and what seems like a lingering kiss and he takes off.

Still a little groggy, I am alarmed at his bold statement. But determined, I am intent to take my turn and pull her toward me. I start to give her a hug but she holds my arms softly away from her body and she gives me a little kiss. I go further pushing my arms past her uncommitted resistance. I start to feel the side of her body through her night shirt. I can feel how so very warm she is. I feel her begin to collapse into my grasp and I begin to pull her shirt up and run my hand from her hips, to her waist a finally along the swells of her beautiful breasts. She presses herself harder against me just as I am about to reach forward for her breasts. She sighs so softly as I run hand toward her pick red rear, I begin to think I will be rewarded but then she quickly starts to pull away as she has regained control of my arms.

“Honey it’s late and we had fun tonight. I’m really worn out now.” Again I wonder if she means all three of us or just the two of them. Then she adds a little laughingly, “Do you remember asking me to take my clothes off? Then you fell asleep.” The she giggles a bit. Then a little more seriously, “So after that, we did have some fun anyway. You don’t mind do you? Thank you for calling him to come for me again.”

I melt as she presses her warm body against me again. I nuzzle into her neck. I realize I can smell a hint of his after shave from their close hugs. Then she leans back and reaches up for my face and the back of my neck. She moves in closer with her lips parted as if she is about to speak but then gives me a deep, flavor-filled passionate kiss. She pulls herself away from my needy grasp. I stand there dizzy with need.

She heads to bed. I tell her I’ll be up in a minute. I put away a couple of things in my office trying to calm down. Then I notice a dampness. My jeans are damp where she pressed herself against me when we hugged. I sit down and try to collect my thoughts but my mind races. I decide to reread all the texts again as our conversation tonight glazes my thinking. It takes a just a few minutes then head to bed hoping she is waiting for me.

She is asleep. I try to sleep and I eventually do sleep but still deeply convinced again and yet exhausted and intoxicated with conflict, wonder and doubt over the texts and the four hours I slept on the patio.

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(from: anonymous) Now What?


I discovered my wife cheated on me with a close friend of mine. We had planned dinner with him at our home when I got called away for work. She accidentally left her damp patties in the living room for me to discover after I got home late. I also found a slick wetness in our bed when I joined her already sleeping. They don’t know I know. I got angry at first, then curious, and now I am constantly aroused by it. Lately, I have to work to avoid becoming hard when we are all together. Now what?

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(from: anonymous) Lesbian slave

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I am a single (just divorced) female living on my own. My ex-husband was very conservative, especially in the sex department. Since the divorce my fantasies have taken a different turn. Most of them are about women.

I have never been with a woman before. I guess that means I’m not really bi? It feels like I am.

My fantasy starts with a knock on the door. I go to answer it. There are two women outside. I sort of recognize them from the neighborhood. Maybe they live on the other side of the apartment building? I don’t really know.

They push in my apartment. “Can I help you?” I ask. One of them, the taller one, glares at me. She has black hair with dark brown eyes. She is wearing a shiny tight fitting one-piece. The other one is blonde and wearing skimpy shorts with a halter top.

“Yes” the dark-haired one said. “I saw you making eyes at my girlfriend yesterday. Now you have to pay.”

I try to explain that I don’t know what she’s talking about. The two women don’t listen to me. I am still telling them I don’t know what they mean when the blonde one grabs my arms. “Now we are going to show you what happens when you look at someone else’s girlfriend.”

Suddenly the brunette kisses me. It isn’t gentle. When I try to turn away she slaps my face. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way” she says.

I beg her not to hurt me. That just makes her laugh. “That’s all up to you” she says. She kisses me again. This time I don’t fight. I just let it happen.

“That’s better. Take off your clothes.”

“No!” I say.

She slaps my face again. The blonde one pulls my hair. “We will make you wish you hadn’t said no” the brunette says.

They rip off all my clothes. I try to cover myself using my hands. The blonde pulls my hands behind my back.

The brunette takes off her clothes. I can’t help noticing she has a nice toned body. She sits down on my couch with her legs open. The blonde forces me on my knees. “Lick me,” the brunette says.

“I don’t know how!” i say. “You better figure out how,” the brunette says. The blonde puts a piece of rope around my neck. “Lick her” she says.

Shaking, I put my face between the brunette’s legs. She is incredibly wet. I start to lick her pussy. “There, you can behave,” she says. The blonde puts her fingers inside of me. Even though I’m scared I can’t help moaning. “I knew you would like it,” the brunette tells me.

I don’t know what I’m doing but I must be doing something right. The brunette starts moaning. Pretty soon she says “I’m cumming!” She screams when she cums. I think she’s finished but she pushes my head down. “Keep licking.”

She makes me kep licking her while the blonde’s fingers go in and out of me. The brunette cums three or four more times. Then finally it is all too much. I cum too. I’m embarrassed but I can’t help it. They both laugh. “I knew you would like it,” the brunette says.

They make me lie on my back on the floor. The blonde takes off her clothes. She has big round breasts with pointy nipples. She kneels over my face. She is dripping wet.

The brunette yanks my legs apart. She starts licking my pussy while I’m licking the blonde one. When she cums, they trade places. I lick the brunette while the blonde licks me. Then they trade places again. I can’t even pretend not to like it any more. I cum again and again while they both do me.

Finally none of us can cum any more. They get dressed. “You are our slave now” the brunette says. “We will come over every day at this time. Be ready to serve us.” I am lying naked on the floor. I already can’t wait for tomorrow.

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(from: anonymous) Brazilian

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She had wanted the cosmetic procedure done for a long time. If the truth be know, she had first wanted it after reading a brochure in reception waiting for her regular appointment.

The brochure described it as a simple and effective means of hair removal, a natural brazilian. It sounded good to her, but what caught her imagination more was the new cosmetic doctor at the clinic who specialised in it. Dr Joe. He was the outdoor type, fit and strong, with a well groomed beard that she immediately fantasised how it might feel brushing against the inside of her thighs as he made her all smooth and hairless.

She decided after a bottle of wine, fuck it, she was going to take the bit between the teeth. She made the appointment and ignored the slightly raised eyebrows of the young girl who took the appointment when she specified Dr Joe. You only live once she thought.

The day came, and even though she had a long thorough shower that morning, she couldn’t help but feel a nervous heat coming from every pore as we made her way down town to the clinic. She was glad too that it was a different girl at reception as she waited nervously for her name to be called out.

She was eventually led into the consultation room where the doctor was waiting for her. He was dressed in casual clothes, jeans and just a tshirt. Once left alone, he put down the paper work he was reading, and looked up with a smile. She was quivering ever so slightly now. He introduced himself in a professional, but very sexy way, shook her hand and pointed to the table. He said he would give her a few minutes, that she was to undress completely, lying on her back. There was a light cloth for her to cover herself if she wished.

By the time he came back in, she was on her back, naked under a sheet, feeling her heart pound in her chest. He placed himself at the end of the table, and slowly slipped the sheet from her. Even though it was warm enough for a small sweat to cover her forehead, her nipples were standing tall and hard. His eyes glanced over them, and she was sure he approved. This was confirmed, or so she thought, by the way he let the sheet slide across her tits, making her nipples tingle with that feeling of wanting them pinched and pulled.

She put these thoughts out of her head, and tried to relax. She was in for a standard procedure, and he did this every day of the week. He was probably happily married, a beautiful wife, but one who was part sunday school teacher, part whore. The perfect union she thought.

His warm hands grabbed her legs and bent each knee slightly, opening up, she was quite sure by now, her wet pussy. She chanced a look down at him, and was sure she caught a smile move across his face as he looked at the small lips of her pussy. He said it would be quite a quick procedure, gauging this with an expert run of the back of his hand across her lips. Fuck this is going to be good she thought. He brought up a seat, and she was sure she could feel the heat from his hands, or was it his breath between her legs. With a firm & definite move, he opened her legs wider, and with that she knew she was wet. He started removing each little hair, one by one, moving her lips this way and that. The slight sting as the hairs were pulled only heightened the sensation even more, and by now, she had her eyes shut tight, trying to block out thoughts of his mouth going down on her and licking her inside and out, of his fingers, one, two, then his whole hand fucking her hard on the table.

As fantasies raced through her head she resigned to the fact that her pussy was open, warm and ever so wet. But she knew this was no ordinary consultation when she felt his knuckles press, quite deliberately into her clitoris. She spasmed involuntarily, looking down at him as if to say sorry, but his cheeky grin only invited her to go with it and let him do his work. This continued for what was far too short a time for her, until he gently rubbed her pussy and looked approvingly at his work. She couldn’t give a flying fuck if he written all over her in indelible ink, she just wanted him to fuck her now, and fuck her hard. But much to her delight, he calmly told her to roll over and he would do her ass (as he put it).

Lying on her stomach, he put a small, firm pillow under her hips, which raised her ass to that angle that invited someone to play with it. But he needed a different position, so he asked if she wouldn’t mind pushing up onto her knees and elbows. It would make for a better job he said. No complaints from the patient she thought. He took out a tube of cream and gently rubbed it up and down her ass crack, paying special attention to her ass hole, rimming it with ever increasing pressure as he rubbed in more cream. Again, the sensation of the hair pulling made her squeeze and relax her ass hole, as if begging him to come inside. Both hands were on her, one holding open her cheeks, the other working around her ass. As he pressed against her, she lost all inhibitions, her pussy was throbbing, her ass now loosening to the idea of it getting fucked. So she pressed back against him, as if defying his steadying hand. Then with gentle pressure, she felt his finger move onto her ass hole and stay there, she pushed back into him. He waited and then with that full body sensation she felt her ass swallow up his finger, and he pushed inside her.

She was groaning now to approve, with each groan he slid his finger in and out. Then it wasn’t a finger, it was softer, warmer, the prickle of his trimmed beard was up against her butt cheeks, and she felt a wet tongue tickle her ass hole. Electrical shocks ran up and down her body. He could take out a 10″ dildo now and fuck her to within an inch of her life – but instead, with his mouth rimming her ass hole, his hands slipped under and groped for her pussy. A very wet, open pussy. But his groans approved, he rubbed hard against her clit, the whole of his hands rubbing fast over her lips, her clIt, making everywhere wet, all over her thighs, everywhere. She was about to cum and it would be loud and hard. She was in a beauticians clinic for fucks sake. She couldn’t scream. Then the attention to her pussy stopped, he pulled away from her ass. Was it over ? But the noise of his belt buckle and a zip opening made her fall back on the table. She was still on her knees as she felt his hard cock rub up against her pussy, then he slipped in. She was so turned on that he went in deep immediately. She started cumming straight away, a full on, wet sloppy orgasm. But he pulled out and paused, right at the wrong time, she wanted to shout, ‘”get the fuck back in there and fuck me hard you cunt” – but what came next blew her mind. He was double penetrating her. With each rough push of his pelvis, his cock and dildo fucked her pussy and ass hole simultaneously. She couldn’t hold on, she let go, she started squirting for the first time in her life, juice coming out of her pussy like a fountain . Harder and harder she came, her ass, her pussy had never wanted a fucking like it before.

After the orgasms merged into one, or she lost count, he pushed deeper and harder into her as he squirted his cum all over her pussy, her ass and her back. She reached round and grabbed his full hard cock, squeezing out the last drops of cum. She felt like a pro doing it, a dirty slut, like the girls she watched on you porn. But it felt good, so good in fact that she played with her pussy one more time. . one more time for him to watch her as she came on her knees, ass wide open on his examination table.

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(from: anonymous) Welcoming you home

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It’s raining outside. I love it when it rains, don’t you? There’s something about rain on my skin that gets me going. I meet you outside. I’m wearing that tight white tank top you like so much and those little pink shorts. You’re just home home from work, your keys still in your hand when I greet you outside. The rain makes my top transparent. I take you by the hand and bring you into the back yard, behind the high fence. I lean over the rail on the back porch, looking back at you with my best fuck-me expression. You do, right there, in the back yard, in the rain. My pants down around my ankles. The rain covers up our sounds of pleasure.

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(from: Sweet As Candy) The Entertainment

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This is my favorite fantasy. I am up on a stage. Bright lights shine down on me. I am stripped, tied spread eagle on a bed. Soft red satin beneath me. Strong black ropes around my wrists and my ankles. My body is shining with oil. I don’t know how I got there, or how long I have been there. The only thing I know is his hands on my body. His fingers on my slit. Squeezing my breasts. Fondling. Touching. Like my body belongs to him. I don’t know who he is. He wears a mask. He smells of leather and expensive cognac.

I don’t know who the audience are. When I tilt my head back I can see them. They also wear masks. All of them do. Men and women both. I don’t know how many there are. The room goes back farther than I can see. They sit on red velvet chairs. They watch me.

My body reacts. He knows how to touch me. I am moaning and shaking. I try to control it but I can’t. He knows just what to do. His touch is amazing. My orgasm is right there. He doesn’t let me have it, but he keeps me there, right at the edge, teasing me until I forget the people watching. Until I forget everything.

Now I’m begging. He smiles. Voices whisper. He stands. His hands leave me. I whimper, so needy. He takes off his clothes slowly. I tremble. Who is he? How did I come to be here?

He is on top of me. His body is hot. He is inside me. I scream. The watchers clap. Someone laughs. He is moving, and now I am cumming, again and again. I don’t care any more. This is all there is, this stage, this bed, these people watching me, this man, my moans. I never want it to end.

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(from: anonymous) Problem


I have a problem. I don’t know what to do about it. A few weeks ago me and my wife were talking. We have been married for two years. Both of us are divorced, this is our second marriage.

We were talking about our exes. She said that her and her ex used to be swingers, they used to go to swing clubs. I kept asking for more details. She told me that once when they were at a swing club she let a bunch of guys gang bang her.

I got upset about it. We ended up having an argument.

Now I can’t stop thinking about it. But not the way you think. You see, the more I think about it, the more turned on I get. I did not tell her but the real reason I was upset is I got jealous. Not because of people having sex with my wife. I was jealous of her ex for getting to see it.

I keep thinking about watching other men with my wife. The look of ecstasy on her face when they please her. How good it would feel for her. I keep imagining all the details. Like all these men holding her down. I imagine how it would look when cock after cock enters her. How wet she gets. How she cums over and over. How she opens her mouth for more cocks. How it makes her moan. I want to see them all touching her. Making her feel good.

I don’t know how to bring it up. After we had our argument she doesn’t want to talk about it. How can I tell my wife I want to try it?

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(from: Jim) Helping my wife

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I came home early one day when I caught her. Me and my friend were out fishing. It was hot and the fish weren’t biting so we cashed it in early.

When I got home my wife was in front of the computer. She is fine, skinny, blond hair, nice c cup tits. She was sitting there wearing this white lacy teddy that she has. Her hair was damp like she just got out of the shower. She had her hand down between her legs just moaning like crazy.

Imagine my surprise. Imagine hers! I walked in on her like that and there she was just staring at me like she had no idea what to say. Like her hand was in the cookie jar.

Then she did something that just floored me. She said “you are home early. I was just about to cum. Wanna help?”

I thought she meant she wanted me to fuck her. I was out of my clothes in an instant. Hell no! She just turned back to the computer! “What are you doing” I said.

“You wanna help? Get down on your knees and lick me” was her reply.

So I figured what the hell. I got down and started licking. She was still reading this Web sit she was on. I don’t know what she was reading about but it sure did make her hot. Her pussy was so wet it was amazing.

She was right about being right about to cum. It didn’t take long until she was there. She was screaming, holding onto my hair like there was no tomorrow.

That’s what we do on the weekends ever since. On Saturday night she puts on the teddy and she says “wanna help?” We go in the bedroom. She sits in front of her computer with me on the floor between her legs. There’s this site called Literotica that has all kinds of stories. She looks until she finds something that gets her hot. Sometimes she reads it out loud while my face is down between her legs licking. The stories get me hot too, especially when she starts screaming. She will cum until she can’t cum any more or until the end of the story, whichever comes first.

Then it’s my turn. I get on the bed. She starts kissing all the way down to my cock. Then she takes it in her mouth and starts sucking. If it’s a good story I don’t last very long before I pop off in her mouth.

We keep looking for more stories, it’s how we found this place. She’s been talking lately about trying some of the things in the stories she reads. I never knew this side of her! Guys, if you ever catch your wives reading porn, don’t get upset. That way maybe you can get better sex!

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(From: anonymous) Lighted Spreader Bars 101 – A How To Manual

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I was in my home office, reviewing the presentation, annotating last minute changes in the wide margin. Hadn’t even noticed he had walked in until he clicked off my desk lamp. I looked up, surprised.

Without a word, he took my wrist in one hand, removed the pen with the other and laid it on the desk. Still holding my wrist, he pulled me to my feet and I was led out the door. What was going on here? Neither of us spoke, somehow I felt it would be out of place.

He brought me into our darkened bedroom, closed the door behind us, had his hand now on my lower back and softly nudged me until I was standing next to the bed. Oh, so that’s what’s on his mind. I smiled, eager.

With quick, accurate motions, he unbuttoned my blouse, unsnapped my bra, undid my zipper and slid jeans and panties down to my ankles. He paused, and I got the clue, stepped carefully out of them, thankful I’d been barefoot. I waited in the pitch dark as he walked away for a moment, probably putting the clothes in the hamper. It was one of the things I really liked about him – no messy clothes strewn all over the floor, ever.

In another moment, I felt him behind me, so close his hot breath on the back of my neck made me tingle in the most delicious way. His hands softly rested on my shoulders, squeezed possessively, then gently pushed me at the bed. Ok, hint taken, I climbed on the bed, flipped and lay on my back.

There was something so hot about being controlled by him in the dark, obeying him without a word. I was already keen for whatever he had planned next, as I suspected it wouldn’t be just a simple fuck; he was far too clever and complex for something so mundane.

He again went off somewhere for a moment, then I felt his weight as he sat on the bed next to me. His hand ever so softly glided over my nipple farthest from him, upward to my shoulder, then he leaned slightly over me, skimmed his fingers slowly down my arm. At my wrist, he brought it across my body, and secured it with a buckled cuff. This was new! Another brush on the nearer nipple, same pattern, and my other wrist was also shackled. I tested the bonds, heard metal clank slightly – the cuffs held by small chains to a bar.

I felt his hand glide over my cheek, then a finger pressed to my lips – a reminder to keep silent. He must have grabbed the bar, as I felt the cuffs pull at my arms, raising them upward. A swift click, and I was secured to the headboard. He moved off the bed, and quickly snapped cuffs around my ankles, pushing them apart. Ah, another spreader bar. I vaguely wondered when he’d gotten these.

I was surprised as he grabbed that bar and brought it up to meet the other, clicking into place. I was doubled-up, secured, and very very exposed, getting more turned-on by the second. He shifted position, moved to my right side on the bed. Oooo, I felt the soft touch of fur tickling my feet, caressing my leg, repeating. My breath came in small pants, suspecting what was coming, knowing that the other side of the fur toy was the leather paddle. As it danced and teased, he reached up, did something to the spreader bars, and suddenly they glowed with the ghostly colors of the aurora borealis. I was amazed, completely absorbed by this amazing light show in the darkness.

Smack! Smack! Left cheek, then right, then the fur to caress. I’d almost yelped in surprise, had gulped air at the sudden attack. Now he drew the leather side along my legs, ending in four swats, each cheek and on the backs of my thighs. My sex was throbbing already, wanting him, craving more. As if reading my mind, he grazed a finger over my swollen pussy lips, up then back, twice, thrice, barely touching me yet certainly feeling my liquid arousal. Then he pinched the lips together quickly, removed his hand.

More smacks, four on each cheek, harsher than before. I squirmed, the pain inflaming my lust. Fur skimmed my ass, making me even more needy. Another series of eight smacks, just as harsh. Was he trying to make me cum like this? I was getting sooo close. Another fur kiss, eight more smacks on my ass, then 4 on my thighs. I fidgeted from the pain/pleasure assault, bit my tongue to keep quiet.

I heard a small snap, but before I could register what it was, I felt a lubed finger teasing my back hole. Oh the sensations! Teasing, pressing just a little, circling, then a bit more pressure as he slipped inside a bit. I rolled my hips, wanting more, but he denied me. The finger left me, and the paddle came back with a vengeance. Nine smacks each cheek. Ouch! Those really stung. No fur this time, just that teasing finger again. I knew to keep still this time, absorb the pleasure he saw fit to give me without demanding more.

Another snap, more lube, the finger invaded to the second knuckle, drawing circles inside of me, round and round, in and out. My eyes closed, I was lost to the sensation. Then a second finger joined the party, probing me, stretching me in the most deliciously erotic way. I was panting, both from the pleasure and the effort to lie still. Such slow teasing – it was driving me out of my mind. I was almost ready to squirm again, to beg the intensity of the paddle, to feel more. Did he read my mind? The fingers pulled away, and the paddle descended. A dozen smacks on each side, the harshest yet. I was biting my lip to stifle my cries.

My ass cheeks must have been glowing at this point. The snap again, and I felt cool droplets hitting my back hole. His finger worked the puddle into me, then I felt something cold press into me, slipping inside where his finger had played. It stretched me, slowly, then would pause and I felt it twist, then probe deeper. Deeper still. Almost to the point of pain, and then a little relief; the diameter was a little smaller. It nestled deep inside me, felt so good but I was desperate for motion.

Almost levitated when I felt it start vibrating! Oh YES!! I panted harder, the pulses attacking sensitive nerves. The paddle joined in, a little less intense, a slow rhythm, one side then the other. I clenched my fists, shuddered, my body tightening as the feelings built higher and higher.

The spanking stopped, the bed shifted, and I felt him ram into me. Yes, yes YES!! I was mad with lust, crazed, ensorcelled by this man and how he played my body with exquisite precision. The wave built as he snapped his hips, thrusting hard, over and over. The pleasure overtook us both, him grunting, me screaming, both of us demolished in ecstasy.

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