"OUR SECOND EXPERIENCE"
While our first encounter was organized after much thought and
discussion the second just happened and it had an unexpected
element that a had never imagined would turn out to be such a
powerful turn on.
We had been invited to a reception. Neither of us was
particularly keen to go, it was going to be a large gathering and
we weren't crowd people. After the official speeches and toasts
most people left and those that stayed turned the reception into
a friendly party, taking advantage of the band and the dance
floor. Soon the mood changed to one of fun and exuberance. Nora
danced with me severa l times and as I was about to go to the bar
for a drink a man came to ask her for a dance. Very formally he
asked if it was alright with me. I did not pay much attention,
looked at Nora who signalled OK and smiled my OK. They left
towards the floor while I headed for the bar which was set into
a side alcove.
As I sat sipping my drink I caught glimpses of Nora in her dark
form fitting dress dancing. I noticed her escort was a slim grey
haired man, the hostess' cousin as I recalled. I remember now
seeing him before. He did not live in our town but visited his
relatives. He was an interior designer and local gossip said he
might not be entirely straight. As I watched him dance I noticed
that he was in very good shape for a man in his late thirties,
trim and agile. The music changed to slow, the lights turned low
and the dancers became shadows on a darkened floor. Now and again
I caught glimpses of Nora and the designer. They were dancing
much closer, their bodies touching as they swayed with the music.
I notic ed that his hands were wandering up and down her back.
I momentarily lost them in the darkness. I turned to my drink but
I could not help casting nervous glances at the floor. I thought
I could make out their heads at the far side of the floor but I
could not be sure. A few minutes passed and then through a gap
in the dancers I saw them in the middle of the floor. My heart
skipped a beat, he was clearly rubbing her buttocks and from
Nora's pose I could see that she welcomed the attention. She was
glued to him, almost thrusting her pelvis at him. My erection
uncoiled in my pants, I strained to see more, but the sea of
bodies closed and I lost them again. My agitation heightened as I
thought of what I had seen and my mind flashed back to our night
with Frank. I wondered what NOra was thinking at that moment. I
had finished my drink I tried to order another. "Order me one too
please".
I was startled to see Nora next to me. I could not help glancing
around for the designer. She caught my action and her eyes shone
with a cryptic smile. She seemed like she wanted something to
say, there were too many people at the bar so when the dri nks
came I took them and led the way to a corner table. I waited
while she took a sip. "I think I have an admirer" she said and
leaned to rub my thigh. I felt an electric current running
through my balls. I told her I had seen her with him on the dance
floor. "I was hoping you would, things began to get hot and I
wanted you to see" . She said and continued to tease me with her
hand under the table. Her eyes suddenly went dark and serious.
"Fred said he would be upstairs, waiting for me" she said looking
directly at me. The reception was held in the ground floor of a
pub. The first floor had several small rooms used for small
gatherings. She was telling me that Fred was waiting to fuck her
in one of those rooms. My pulse raced, my cock stiffened like
iron. I leaned closer to her. Our faces were almost touching.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked her and let my tongue flick
at her ear lobe.She shuddered and tightened her grip on my knee.
"I think I do" she whispered back and leaned back in her chair.
She looked around, as if looking for someone. I followed her gaze
but failed to notice the designer, Fred. "He is already up there
waiting for me, I told him I would have to make excuses" she
smiled faintly. She was teasing me now, part of the conspiracy
between us . Fred did not know that she had come to tell me she
wanted to fuck him. Seeing that she a roused me she proceeded to
tell me about the dancing. How he had started to get sexual when
the lights dimmed and the music slowed. She was about to stop him
when she felt his erection press against her. "He has an enormous
prick, I felt it with my hand, it's even bigger than our dark
friend's" she said matter of factly and added details of his
rubbing it against her, his lithe dancing, how she was already
wet thinking about it. She leaned closer and handed me a balled
up little package. I did not get its message right away, when I
did she was already standing up, it was her panties. "I'll see
you in a while" she said and left towards the stairs.
I ordered another drink. Siting at my corner table I waited out
the interval wondering and visualizing the goings on upstairs.
Not being able to watch was maddeningly frustrating and
excruciatingly erotic at the same time. My mind furnished details
o f Fred fucking Nora. His enormous prick sliding in and out of
her. Her sitting on his erection, her sucking on it, them rolling
on the floor, writhing in their passion. Images raced through my
head, images and questions. At one point I felt tempted to go
upstairs to try an sneak a look but I thought of the consequences
if someone saw me, the the town gossip would be riotous. So I sat
and waited on a bed nails. It seemed like hours but the clock on
the wall above the bar indicated more like thirty five minutes.
Nora walked down the last few steps that were visible from my
seat and she approached me. Her dress seemed slightly out of
shape and a few strands of her hair hang loose, may be I noticed
because I had been looking for signs. She sat down and drank
thirstily from my drink. She leaned close and whispered into my
ear "He is big, like a horse, and a strong fuck too" She leaned
back again and looked at me. From her gaze I could tell that she
was looking towards the stairs watching Fred leave. I stood still
until she looked back to me.
"He is gone, has to drive some people back"
She then leaned closer so that we would not be overheard. I
thought we would be going home but she had other plans. She let
her thighs drift apart slightly, and at the depths of her skirt I
caught sight of her cunt. "Want to dance" she asked?
We hugged close as she began to recount the details of her
encounter with Fred.
"We went to the small room in the back, there is no bed in there,
just a couple of chairs. He took his jacket and pants off, I took
off my dress. Then I kneeled in front of him and took him in my
mouth. He really does have a huge prick. I was holding it with
both hands and sucked it ." At this point she drew back and
looked into my eyes. She ground her pelvis against me
imperceptibly. My erection told her that I liked the story and
that I wanted to hear more. Before she continued she kissed me,
our tongues dancing wildly against one another.
"I liked his hands too, while I was sucking him he was touching
my face and my neck and my breasts, he has such long sexy
fingers. Then he stood me up and started to lick my neck and my
breasts, he got really hard and horny and he really wanted to fuck
me. I leaned over the chair and he put it in me from behind.
He slid it slowly all the way in, it took so long to go in , it
was marvelous. He fucks with long slow strokes . Then we changed
position , he sat on the chair and I sat on it facing him . He is
such a kisser, he never stopped kissing my breasts and neck, and
he squeezed my backside so hard. I came when we were fucking this
way." Nora ground her cunt against my erection. I squeezed her
buttocks From the trembling that I felt in her body I knew she
was coming. Images of the scene she was describing flashed in my
imagination and I held her tightly against me. The dominant image
was of his huge prick sliding in and out of her moistness.
"This is making me feel very horny" she said, "I really like it"
"So do I " I responded and we kissed again.
"When I was sitting on him he almost came, so I stopped to let
him recover. Then I sat down and jutted my cunt out and he gave
it to me kneeling in between my legs. It took just a few strokes,
really hard ones this time and he came. He came a lot, m y cunt
is full of sperm"
She licked my ear and hissed " it's dripping for you bastard, I
want you to lick it with that tongue of yours, I need it right
now, after that big dick I've just had inside me."
We were both on the verge, we had to get out of there. As soon as
we drove away from the center of the town Nora moved closer and
took my prick from my pants. She pumped me slowly.
"Two cocks in one night, that is a treat I could easily get used
to." she murmured. "Did you dig being made to wait there while
your dear little wife was getting fucked by a horse cock?" she
asked me .
"Yes, it is almost better than watching you get fucked, the
waiting and imagining what you might have been getting up to" I
replied. I started to look for a deserted spot, I eventually
found it.l I parked the car and dowsed the lights. I turned to my
wife and grabbed her. I kissed her ravenously. her mouth, her
neck, her breasts. I grabbed her face and kept her against mine.
When we broke away she was breathing hard, almost raspily.
"I like you when get like this, all the time I was getting fucked
in that room I was thinking of this" she said and melted against
me again. Even though our excitement was unbearable we wanted to
make it last, this fever pitch was like a delectable d elicacy
that we wanted to enjoy as long as possible. So we extended it by
prolonging our foreplay and our verbal intimacy. I was curious
about her encounter.
"Did you talk while he fucked you" I asked her while I kissed her
neck.
"Oh yeah, she moaned, I think I shocked him in the beginning
while we were dancing and I told him I could feel his cock, but
it turned him on. from then on I kept whispering to him how I
wanted to suck his cock, take it in my mouth . Take it in my
cunt"
She threw her head back to give me room to her neck and
breasts..I obliged by kissing and biting her exposed flesh. I
knew she particularly liked being gently bitten, the more I bit
her the more excited she became and the more intense her desire
to fire me up with her description.
"His prick is circumcised, and thick. When I saw it I got this
great urge to suck it, I couldn't wait to get my lips and tongue
on it. I think I caught him by surprise when I got down on my
knees and too hold of it. It felt so good, his thickness in my
hands, that huge taut cock, I slid my tongue all over it, then I
took the head in my mouth, I had to stretch my lips over the
enormous head. Then he began to fuck my mouth very slowly." I
kissed her on the mouth and she slipped her tongue over mine,
imitating the action she had used on his prick.
"You showing me how you licked him?" "Yeah, like your tongue was
the tip of his prick, except the size is much different " she
laughed a little. "You bitch" I said playfully. "You love it
though, your sweet little bitch soaking up a huge cock, making
you wait like an obedient cuckold downstairs. This is your second
cuckolding, I think there will be more. " she teased me again
smiling wickedly at me, her eyes full of myste ry and intrigue.
"That is a fact, I like you to get fucked, ." I admitted She
leaned back and pulled up her skirt exposing her legs sheathed in
stockings.. She turned slightly towards me and pulled her left
leg up to expose her cunt to me. It was too dark to see it in
detail but the full moon cast enough light to see the f ull dark
lips and her thatch of dark hair. Her lips were agape and the
light shone of the wetness in between. I stayed transfixed
looking at her, I loved her cunt, never more than now.
" So see how well I 've been fucked. He pumped me so full, I
feel it dripping, can you see?" she asked me looking for my
expression. I extended my hand nervously at her cunt. She was so
hot when I made contact I could not believe my sense of touch.
Lightly, with just the tips of my fingers I traced up and down
her crack. She was incredibly wet, and sticky. She was also very
open, the lips of her cunt were drawn back, pushed back by him.
The wetness had spread to the insides of her thighs. She put her
hand on top of mine and pressed masturbating herself through me."
"I love to see you so fascinated by my cunt. I get a big kick out
of this......, she murmured dreamily, it is weird but so damned
exciting to have you like this, I just had great sex with him but
the biggest thrill is now......I am into this power
thing.........are you too?" she asked almost whispering.
"Yes, I am, the whole idea that you just fucked the guy and we
are now sitting here taling about it, enjoying it with you is a
hell of an exciting, daring thing to do." I said, we were both
whispering.
"Do you feel playing along this power thrip direction....." SHe
whispered and kissed me before I could reply. I nodded yes as we
were kissing. SHe pushed me back and then she moved back in her
seat. She hiked up her skirt evenmore, spread her legs an +
looked at me. In the moonlight her expression darkened and
hardness glinted in her eyes, she had a faint smile. She suddenly
went serious and spoke
"Lick it, taste it." she ordered and offred me her hand from her
cunt. I did and she moved her hands spreading her juice mingled
with his sperm on my tongue and along my lips. She did it
deliberately and slowly and when the juice thinned she brought
her other hand from her cunt and offered me some more, I
continued to lick We did not speak.
It was a ritual of dominance. She was asserting her dominance by
feeding me the essence of her fucking with the virile stranger.
The bitter salty taste of their mingled juices was proof of what
had happened in the small room while I waited nervously
downstairs. Now I knew beyond doubt that he had in fact fucked
her, she was proving it. It was an act of communication too. In
tasting it I was letting her know that I knew, and that I liked
it, I was stating my subservience to her femaleness, her cunt. A
femaleness she had proved by attracting a stranger whom she had
seduced to the point he felt compelled to ask her to sneak into
a strange room with him.
It was an exciting game or role playing. In playing these new
roles were also enjoying the thrill of doing something wild. For
there in the car we were overturning an age old taboo, the
dominance of the male over the female. She had been the bitch an
d I had been the cuckold, willingly I had let my wife get fucked
by another man and there we sat savouring our separate and
individual experiences of the event. And that was also thrilling
because it required a conspiracy, and conspiracies force the
conspirators to be open about themselves to one another, to sweep
aside conventional barriers to direct communication. We had been
open verbally about it, now we were being real, communicating at
a non verbal and immediate way. So I licked his sperm and her
juice from her fingers.
"Now lick my cunt" she said. The tone of her voice sent shivers
along my spine. I moved to the foot well in front of her, she
moved her leg over to the dash. I pushed my face against her
cunt, her warmth. I opened my mouth and voraciously licked at h
er cunt, seeking every fold and licking it. I felt her wetness
and his sperm on my tongue, the sperm had a different
consistency and taste from her familiar juice, thicker and
bitter. She moved slightly around and I caught her message, I
slipped my tongue down over her anus. Another way to state
dominance now making me lick her ass, and I was glad to do it.
She was moaning now and her moans fired my excitement, making me
lick more insistently . I wanted her to come. She did, with loud
moans an d urgings "lick me you bastard, lick me, lick my ass,
suck my cunt".
I then moved on her. I almost tore off my pants and she moved
down on the seat to give me access. I buried my prick into her. I
was beside myself with passion yet I managed to control my
thrusting, making it slow and languid, wanting one last chance to
prolong it, to prolong the feel of her heat and wetness sliding
over my prick,. to make it last. Nora came again, moaning and
sobbing, shaking in the seat. I could not hold out any more. My
hips took over of their own volition and jerked rapidly into her.
My orgasm rose from somewhere deep inside and poured into her.
Dominance and subservience equalized. Passions spent we looked at
each other in the darkness. "I love you " we said in one voice.
More than after our first encounter, this escapade with the
designer had brought a deep sensuality into our relationship. It
wasn't just the sex itself, but the many little things that
surfaced. A new pleasure was evident in everything we did with an
d for one another, the little touches when we met on the stairs,
or even in the street in the presence of friends. Nothing that
would seem special to an outsider, but we both knew that they
meant a lot more than before, we also both knew that the me aning
was for us two and no one else, no one else could have imagined
the source of it . We knew the source though. And it wasn't
because Nora had a couple of adventures on the side. It was
more, it was the conspiratorial nature of those encounters and
our shared secret knowledge of their meaning, the new us we had
allowed ourselves to play. Like two new beings that had been
created for our personal little theatre. Two shadows moving along
with us everywhere but visible only to us, two shadows that could
bring fire and passion into our lives.
While our first encounter was organized after much thought and
discussion the second just happened and it had an unexpected
element that a had never imagined would turn out to be such a
powerful turn on.
We had been invited to a reception. Neither of us was
particularly keen to go, it was going to be a large gathering and
we weren't crowd people. After the official speeches and toasts
most people left and those that stayed turned the reception into
a friendly party, taking advantage of the band and the dance
floor. Soon the mood changed to one of fun and exuberance. Nora
danced with me severa l times and as I was about to go to the bar
for a drink a man came to ask her for a dance. Very formally he
asked if it was alright with me. I did not pay much attention,
looked at Nora who signalled OK and smiled my OK. They left
towards the floor while I headed for the bar which was set into
a side alcove.
As I sat sipping my drink I caught glimpses of Nora in her dark
form fitting dress dancing. I noticed her escort was a slim grey
haired man, the hostess' cousin as I recalled. I remember now
seeing him before. He did not live in our town but visited his
relatives. He was an interior designer and local gossip said he
might not be entirely straight. As I watched him dance I noticed
that he was in very good shape for a man in his late thirties,
trim and agile. The music changed to slow, the lights turned low
and the dancers became shadows on a darkened floor. Now and again
I caught glimpses of Nora and the designer. They were dancing
much closer, their bodies touching as they swayed with the music.
I notic ed that his hands were wandering up and down her back.
I momentarily lost them in the darkness. I turned to my drink but
I could not help casting nervous glances at the floor. I thought
I could make out their heads at the far side of the floor but I
could not be sure. A few minutes passed and then through a gap
in the dancers I saw them in the middle of the floor. My heart
skipped a beat, he was clearly rubbing her buttocks and from
Nora's pose I could see that she welcomed the attention. She was
glued to him, almost thrusting her pelvis at him. My erection
uncoiled in my pants, I strained to see more, but the sea of
bodies closed and I lost them again. My agitation heightened as I
thought of what I had seen and my mind flashed back to our night
with Frank. I wondered what NOra was thinking at that moment. I
had finished my drink I tried to order another. "Order me one too
please".
I was startled to see Nora next to me. I could not help glancing
around for the designer. She caught my action and her eyes shone
with a cryptic smile. She seemed like she wanted something to
say, there were too many people at the bar so when the dri nks
came I took them and led the way to a corner table. I waited
while she took a sip. "I think I have an admirer" she said and
leaned to rub my thigh. I felt an electric current running
through my balls. I told her I had seen her with him on the dance
floor. "I was hoping you would, things began to get hot and I
wanted you to see" . She said and continued to tease me with her
hand under the table. Her eyes suddenly went dark and serious.
"Fred said he would be upstairs, waiting for me" she said looking
directly at me. The reception was held in the ground floor of a
pub. The first floor had several small rooms used for small
gatherings. She was telling me that Fred was waiting to fuck her
in one of those rooms. My pulse raced, my cock stiffened like
iron. I leaned closer to her. Our faces were almost touching.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked her and let my tongue flick
at her ear lobe.She shuddered and tightened her grip on my knee.
"I think I do" she whispered back and leaned back in her chair.
She looked around, as if looking for someone. I followed her gaze
but failed to notice the designer, Fred. "He is already up there
waiting for me, I told him I would have to make excuses" she
smiled faintly. She was teasing me now, part of the conspiracy
between us . Fred did not know that she had come to tell me she
wanted to fuck him. Seeing that she a roused me she proceeded to
tell me about the dancing. How he had started to get sexual when
the lights dimmed and the music slowed. She was about to stop him
when she felt his erection press against her. "He has an enormous
prick, I felt it with my hand, it's even bigger than our dark
friend's" she said matter of factly and added details of his
rubbing it against her, his lithe dancing, how she was already
wet thinking about it. She leaned closer and handed me a balled
up little package. I did not get its message right away, when I
did she was already standing up, it was her panties. "I'll see
you in a while" she said and left towards the stairs.
I ordered another drink. Siting at my corner table I waited out
the interval wondering and visualizing the goings on upstairs.
Not being able to watch was maddeningly frustrating and
excruciatingly erotic at the same time. My mind furnished details
o f Fred fucking Nora. His enormous prick sliding in and out of
her. Her sitting on his erection, her sucking on it, them rolling
on the floor, writhing in their passion. Images raced through my
head, images and questions. At one point I felt tempted to go
upstairs to try an sneak a look but I thought of the consequences
if someone saw me, the the town gossip would be riotous. So I sat
and waited on a bed nails. It seemed like hours but the clock on
the wall above the bar indicated more like thirty five minutes.
Nora walked down the last few steps that were visible from my
seat and she approached me. Her dress seemed slightly out of
shape and a few strands of her hair hang loose, may be I noticed
because I had been looking for signs. She sat down and drank
thirstily from my drink. She leaned close and whispered into my
ear "He is big, like a horse, and a strong fuck too" She leaned
back again and looked at me. From her gaze I could tell that she
was looking towards the stairs watching Fred leave. I stood still
until she looked back to me.
"He is gone, has to drive some people back"
She then leaned closer so that we would not be overheard. I
thought we would be going home but she had other plans. She let
her thighs drift apart slightly, and at the depths of her skirt I
caught sight of her cunt. "Want to dance" she asked?
We hugged close as she began to recount the details of her
encounter with Fred.
"We went to the small room in the back, there is no bed in there,
just a couple of chairs. He took his jacket and pants off, I took
off my dress. Then I kneeled in front of him and took him in my
mouth. He really does have a huge prick. I was holding it with
both hands and sucked it ." At this point she drew back and
looked into my eyes. She ground her pelvis against me
imperceptibly. My erection told her that I liked the story and
that I wanted to hear more. Before she continued she kissed me,
our tongues dancing wildly against one another.
"I liked his hands too, while I was sucking him he was touching
my face and my neck and my breasts, he has such long sexy
fingers. Then he stood me up and started to lick my neck and my
breasts, he got really hard and horny and he really wanted to fuck
me. I leaned over the chair and he put it in me from behind.
He slid it slowly all the way in, it took so long to go in , it
was marvelous. He fucks with long slow strokes . Then we changed
position , he sat on the chair and I sat on it facing him . He is
such a kisser, he never stopped kissing my breasts and neck, and
he squeezed my backside so hard. I came when we were fucking this
way." Nora ground her cunt against my erection. I squeezed her
buttocks From the trembling that I felt in her body I knew she
was coming. Images of the scene she was describing flashed in my
imagination and I held her tightly against me. The dominant image
was of his huge prick sliding in and out of her moistness.
"This is making me feel very horny" she said, "I really like it"
"So do I " I responded and we kissed again.
"When I was sitting on him he almost came, so I stopped to let
him recover. Then I sat down and jutted my cunt out and he gave
it to me kneeling in between my legs. It took just a few strokes,
really hard ones this time and he came. He came a lot, m y cunt
is full of sperm"
She licked my ear and hissed " it's dripping for you bastard, I
want you to lick it with that tongue of yours, I need it right
now, after that big dick I've just had inside me."
We were both on the verge, we had to get out of there. As soon as
we drove away from the center of the town Nora moved closer and
took my prick from my pants. She pumped me slowly.
"Two cocks in one night, that is a treat I could easily get used
to." she murmured. "Did you dig being made to wait there while
your dear little wife was getting fucked by a horse cock?" she
asked me .
"Yes, it is almost better than watching you get fucked, the
waiting and imagining what you might have been getting up to" I
replied. I started to look for a deserted spot, I eventually
found it.l I parked the car and dowsed the lights. I turned to my
wife and grabbed her. I kissed her ravenously. her mouth, her
neck, her breasts. I grabbed her face and kept her against mine.
When we broke away she was breathing hard, almost raspily.
"I like you when get like this, all the time I was getting fucked
in that room I was thinking of this" she said and melted against
me again. Even though our excitement was unbearable we wanted to
make it last, this fever pitch was like a delectable d elicacy
that we wanted to enjoy as long as possible. So we extended it by
prolonging our foreplay and our verbal intimacy. I was curious
about her encounter.
"Did you talk while he fucked you" I asked her while I kissed her
neck.
"Oh yeah, she moaned, I think I shocked him in the beginning
while we were dancing and I told him I could feel his cock, but
it turned him on. from then on I kept whispering to him how I
wanted to suck his cock, take it in my mouth . Take it in my
cunt"
She threw her head back to give me room to her neck and
breasts..I obliged by kissing and biting her exposed flesh. I
knew she particularly liked being gently bitten, the more I bit
her the more excited she became and the more intense her desire
to fire me up with her description.
"His prick is circumcised, and thick. When I saw it I got this
great urge to suck it, I couldn't wait to get my lips and tongue
on it. I think I caught him by surprise when I got down on my
knees and too hold of it. It felt so good, his thickness in my
hands, that huge taut cock, I slid my tongue all over it, then I
took the head in my mouth, I had to stretch my lips over the
enormous head. Then he began to fuck my mouth very slowly." I
kissed her on the mouth and she slipped her tongue over mine,
imitating the action she had used on his prick.
"You showing me how you licked him?" "Yeah, like your tongue was
the tip of his prick, except the size is much different " she
laughed a little. "You bitch" I said playfully. "You love it
though, your sweet little bitch soaking up a huge cock, making
you wait like an obedient cuckold downstairs. This is your second
cuckolding, I think there will be more. " she teased me again
smiling wickedly at me, her eyes full of myste ry and intrigue.
"That is a fact, I like you to get fucked, ." I admitted She
leaned back and pulled up her skirt exposing her legs sheathed in
stockings.. She turned slightly towards me and pulled her left
leg up to expose her cunt to me. It was too dark to see it in
detail but the full moon cast enough light to see the f ull dark
lips and her thatch of dark hair. Her lips were agape and the
light shone of the wetness in between. I stayed transfixed
looking at her, I loved her cunt, never more than now.
" So see how well I 've been fucked. He pumped me so full, I
feel it dripping, can you see?" she asked me looking for my
expression. I extended my hand nervously at her cunt. She was so
hot when I made contact I could not believe my sense of touch.
Lightly, with just the tips of my fingers I traced up and down
her crack. She was incredibly wet, and sticky. She was also very
open, the lips of her cunt were drawn back, pushed back by him.
The wetness had spread to the insides of her thighs. She put her
hand on top of mine and pressed masturbating herself through me."
"I love to see you so fascinated by my cunt. I get a big kick out
of this......, she murmured dreamily, it is weird but so damned
exciting to have you like this, I just had great sex with him but
the biggest thrill is now......I am into this power
thing.........are you too?" she asked almost whispering.
"Yes, I am, the whole idea that you just fucked the guy and we
are now sitting here taling about it, enjoying it with you is a
hell of an exciting, daring thing to do." I said, we were both
whispering.
"Do you feel playing along this power thrip direction....." SHe
whispered and kissed me before I could reply. I nodded yes as we
were kissing. SHe pushed me back and then she moved back in her
seat. She hiked up her skirt evenmore, spread her legs an +
looked at me. In the moonlight her expression darkened and
hardness glinted in her eyes, she had a faint smile. She suddenly
went serious and spoke
"Lick it, taste it." she ordered and offred me her hand from her
cunt. I did and she moved her hands spreading her juice mingled
with his sperm on my tongue and along my lips. She did it
deliberately and slowly and when the juice thinned she brought
her other hand from her cunt and offered me some more, I
continued to lick We did not speak.
It was a ritual of dominance. She was asserting her dominance by
feeding me the essence of her fucking with the virile stranger.
The bitter salty taste of their mingled juices was proof of what
had happened in the small room while I waited nervously
downstairs. Now I knew beyond doubt that he had in fact fucked
her, she was proving it. It was an act of communication too. In
tasting it I was letting her know that I knew, and that I liked
it, I was stating my subservience to her femaleness, her cunt. A
femaleness she had proved by attracting a stranger whom she had
seduced to the point he felt compelled to ask her to sneak into
a strange room with him.
It was an exciting game or role playing. In playing these new
roles were also enjoying the thrill of doing something wild. For
there in the car we were overturning an age old taboo, the
dominance of the male over the female. She had been the bitch an
d I had been the cuckold, willingly I had let my wife get fucked
by another man and there we sat savouring our separate and
individual experiences of the event. And that was also thrilling
because it required a conspiracy, and conspiracies force the
conspirators to be open about themselves to one another, to sweep
aside conventional barriers to direct communication. We had been
open verbally about it, now we were being real, communicating at
a non verbal and immediate way. So I licked his sperm and her
juice from her fingers.
"Now lick my cunt" she said. The tone of her voice sent shivers
along my spine. I moved to the foot well in front of her, she
moved her leg over to the dash. I pushed my face against her
cunt, her warmth. I opened my mouth and voraciously licked at h
er cunt, seeking every fold and licking it. I felt her wetness
and his sperm on my tongue, the sperm had a different
consistency and taste from her familiar juice, thicker and
bitter. She moved slightly around and I caught her message, I
slipped my tongue down over her anus. Another way to state
dominance now making me lick her ass, and I was glad to do it.
She was moaning now and her moans fired my excitement, making me
lick more insistently . I wanted her to come. She did, with loud
moans an d urgings "lick me you bastard, lick me, lick my ass,
suck my cunt".
I then moved on her. I almost tore off my pants and she moved
down on the seat to give me access. I buried my prick into her. I
was beside myself with passion yet I managed to control my
thrusting, making it slow and languid, wanting one last chance to
prolong it, to prolong the feel of her heat and wetness sliding
over my prick,. to make it last. Nora came again, moaning and
sobbing, shaking in the seat. I could not hold out any more. My
hips took over of their own volition and jerked rapidly into her.
My orgasm rose from somewhere deep inside and poured into her.
Dominance and subservience equalized. Passions spent we looked at
each other in the darkness. "I love you " we said in one voice.
More than after our first encounter, this escapade with the
designer had brought a deep sensuality into our relationship. It
wasn't just the sex itself, but the many little things that
surfaced. A new pleasure was evident in everything we did with an
d for one another, the little touches when we met on the stairs,
or even in the street in the presence of friends. Nothing that
would seem special to an outsider, but we both knew that they
meant a lot more than before, we also both knew that the me aning
was for us two and no one else, no one else could have imagined
the source of it . We knew the source though. And it wasn't
because Nora had a couple of adventures on the side. It was
more, it was the conspiratorial nature of those encounters and
our shared secret knowledge of their meaning, the new us we had
allowed ourselves to play. Like two new beings that had been
created for our personal little theatre. Two shadows moving along
with us everywhere but visible only to us, two shadows that could
bring fire and passion into our lives.