Author: OneIdleHand
Title: My Wife, the Way I Sometimes Want Her
Summary: My wife is willing to go along with some of my kinky games, this time which involves exhibitionism and verbal domination. Somewhat kinky, but involving only the two of us
Story codes: mod verbal Mdom, exhib
My Wife, the Way I Sometimes Want Her
It was a clear night, but there was a cool breeze. As Hayley stepped
from the car, the cold air passed quickly through her skirt, a chill
reminder that she wasn't wearing panties, or a bra, for that matter.
Still, her husband, Steven, let her dress conservatively enough that no
one would notice. Although, her breasts did jiggle as she walked.
It was Friday evening, and they had just shared a nice romantic dinner
at their favorite fondue restaurant. It had been quite a surprise. Her
husband had arranged for his parents to baby-sit through Sunday
afternoon. On the one hand, she was excited to be away from the house
and the kids for the weekend. The trouble was, Steven had that "kinky"
look in his eyes. Sometimes, he seemed to plan for sex. This wasn't
bad, except that he usually had expectations of her, expectations which
she found difficult to fulfill. Like pretending to be a "Mistress" for
a night, or even giving him a lengthy blowjob. She didn't mind doing
different things, but she preferred good old-fashioned sex, regardless
of position, as long as his cock was in her cunt. And she didn't like
to be responsible for the foreplay. She preferred that he do the work
of turning her on, rather than the other way around. So his "schemes"
were often half-played and concluded, likely, with some disappointment
on his part, though he never complained.
Their sex life had dwindled lately, due to generally being busy, raising
kids, and his occasional business travel. So while she was looking
forward to some intimate time together, she knew that this wouldn't be
like a vacation. She should have suspected something when he helped
clean up the house. That made sense only after his parents arrived.
The house was, at least, presentable. But his intentions became
clearer, if unspoken, when he directed her to her outfit for the
evening.
He had stayed in the room, watching her change from her sweatpants and
T-shirt. When she had reached for the skirt on the bed, he had simply
pointed towards her panties and said, "off with those." As for the bra,
"and give me that." She put on a gold silk sleeveless blouse, with a V-
neck that gave a small hint of her cleavage. Tucked in her black,
almost knee-length skirt, the blouse made her 38C breasts look
pronounced. But he had also laid out a black jacket that would make her
breasts less obvious. He had tossed these into their dirty clothes
basket as she began her makeup. He had disappeared for a short time
while she "freshened up." Then she found a suitcase and began packing.
Steven had returned, however, and said, "Uh, that won't be necessary. I
packed your stuff earlier today. You just need to pack your
toiletries." A very reasonable thought had occurred to her that, in all
likelihood, this was the last she would see of undergarments for the
weekend.
And, with a mild disappointment, she realized that Steven was "scheming"
a weekend, not just for a romantic time together, but for sex. Or more
specifically, sex orchestrated to please him.
After saying goodbye to the kids and his parents, they had left for the
restaurant. Dinner had really been quite enjoyable as they caught up on
events during the week. Then he shifted the conversation, in mild
tones, thankfully, so that people in other booths couldn't hear.
"We've gotten a bit lazy about sex, lately. You've been reading romance
novels, I've been watching sports on TV, one or both of us has been too
tired, and the kids have ruled our evenings to some degree. I've been
planning this surprise weekend for several weeks, but it wasn't until
this week, sitting alone in motel rooms, that I decided what I wanted
for the weekend. And that, my dear, is you."
Whether he paused to collect his thoughts or paused for effect she
didn't know. The result was a large question mark in her mind, suddenly
jumping in font size and becoming quite bold. She had suspected a
scheme, and now he was going to tell her. Wouldn't he?
"I have another surprise. I've made reservations for a month from now
for a weekend in Savannah, GA, in an old bed and breakfast downtown.
That's going to be a romantic weekend. Walking, shopping, dining at the
waterfront. But after eleven years of marriage, I haven't been fully
satisfied with our sex life. Most of the time, it's great. But,
sometimes, not all that often, even, I want you in a different way.
This isn't about love; it's about sex. And this weekend, that means
more than an hour in the bed making love. I want your body, that is, I
want you to give me your body, any way I please."
Hayley exhaled slightly. "You want me to be your sex slave?" What else
could it mean?
"Yes. But it's more than that. It's not that I want a woman to do
anything I want. I want the woman that I love, my wife, to give me her
body, to do whatever I ask, for my pleasure."
Not for her pleasure. "And you're buying me off with another
more.conventional.trip to Savannah?"
"It's booked regardless of how this weekend goes."
Hayley considered what he had said. Steven had not had sex with another
woman before they had married. In fact, he had hardly dated. She
wasn't concerned that he would be thinking extra-maritally, because she
was confident in their love and their lives together. But he needed to
experiment. And, he wanted to do it with her. That made it something
worth doing.
"Okay."
Steven smiled at that. "Okay, what?"
"Okay, from head to toe, I'm yours." Steven just looked at her, with
patient expectation. She knew what he wanted to hear. "I'll do
anything you say." There. It was easily said, anyway.
Steven became very still, looking deep into her eyes, a very contented
grin on his face. The moment was awkward due to its length. After 15
to 20 odd seconds, his eyes slowly lowered from hers, pausing to
consider her nose, her ear, her cheek, her lips, then her neck. She
wasn't sure how his look should be interpreted. She didn't feel like a
piece a meat being examined. He was somehow communicating sex, and if
not the act, then certainly the sensuous possibilities of.well, more
than just her face, but her flesh. Then his eyes dropped quickly to her
left breast. The restaurant was somewhat cool, but her nipples were
hard for another reason, entirely.
Hayley watched his eyes. Intense. They slowly circled her breast, then
crossed to her right breast. His constant grin made his eyes seem to
twinkle. The thought was interrupted when she realized that his grin
had given way to movement. The grin returned, and it seemed the
strangest of time warps when the sounds he had made registered in her
brain. Show me. She exhaled sharply. His eyes had never moved.
The table across from them had just emptied, and a busboy was clearing
it, his back to them. They were at the end of an aisle, and she was
facing towards the wall, where no one in the other booths could see.
She opened her jacket more fully, as it covered about half of her
breasts. Then she untucked her blouse. A quick look confirmed the bus
boy was wiping the table. She waited until he finished and walked away,
and then she quickly raised part of her blouse to expose her right
breast, the one he had continued to look at. She flashed her nipple,
then lowered her blouse.
He looked into her eyes. His grin was gone. Her little show she had
found exciting, but his disappointment was obvious. He spoke, in short,
measured tones. "The breast. Not the nipple." His eyes lowered to her
left breast, indicating what he wanted. She gathered the bottom of her
blouse in her hands, then raised it, quickly, as high as she could,
exposing herself. She saw him hold up three fingers. What? Then he
closed them, and raised one in a counting motion. Oh. She held the
cloth until his fingers counted three, which he certainly did in no
particular hurry. But the grin and the twinkle returned. As he counted
three, the hostess stepped directly to the side of her table, her back
to Hayley. A couple was seated across from them, and Hayley quickly
covered herself. As the hostess stepped away, their waiter returned
with their check. He apparently couldn't help his eyes from wondering
briefly to Hayley's chest. She was covered, but the silk blouse did
nothing to disguise the full curves underneath. As he turned to leave,
he made eye contact with her and smiled, and it was moments later that
she realized her untucked blouse probably had given him more than a
subtle hint. She tried to discretely tuck her blouse back in. She
hadn't been embarrassed to this point, but now her face flushed red as
Steven and the guy in the opposite booth watched her stuff her blouse
back into her skirt.
Shortly, when they were on the highway, she was quite pleased to see
that they were heading downtown. That is, assuming they were going to a
hotel. She couldn't imagine Steven taking her to a club or a bar. It
just wasn't his taste. As he pulled up to the Marriott, she decided she
was really looking forward to the evening. The restaurant had been
kind of fun, really, and despite their light talk on the drive, Steven's
expression reminded her of a child seeing all the presents under the
Christmas tree for the first time. She had never stayed in a hotel
downtown, and, despite, or maybe because of, whatever Steven might want
her to do, she felt like a gift box ready to be unwrapped.
Her husband carried one of their suitcases, leaving another in the
trunk. Registration was quick, and soon they were entering a non-
smoking room on the 20th floor with a king size bed. The room was
tastefully decorated, and the view had a good angle of the city skyline,
although the hotel across the street blocked some of the view.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, something more akin to a coach
than a lover. "I love you very, very much," he said, and I'm looking
forward to our evening together." He pulled her close, but only close
enough to give her a long kiss on the lips. But their bodies didn't
touch. He tilted his head slightly, and then he kissed her on her
neck. This was her body's trigger to get in the mood very quickly. In
this case, she was already in the mood, so kissing her neck made her
ready to be ravaged.
"First, I want you to take a bubble bath." He reached in the suitcase
and produced a bottle. "Also, I want you to shave your legs and all
your cunt hair, except a vertical line about ¬" wide. I'll see you when
you're done."
Although she was ready for his cock in her cunt, the idea of a bath
sounded great, as he had not given her time to prepare before leaving
the house. She had shaved her pussy before, and although she didn't get
anything out of it, she knew her husband did. So she went to the
bathroom.
When she had finished, she reentered the room, naked and towel-less,
expecting to have her itch scratched in the very near future. The room
was dark. She called for her husband, but he didn't answer. She
turned on the lights, looked for him, and almost tripped on a chair when
the phone rang and startled her. As she raised the receiver and sat on
the bed, she realized that the curtains were open in the window. She
was torn between covering herself and closing the curtains when she
heard her husband on the phone.
"All clean?" She hadn't even thought to say "hello."
"I feel much better. Where are you?," she asked.
"I'll ask the questions. You obey. Sit in the chair in the middle of
the room, and tell me what you see."
She hadn't noticed it in her rush, but he had rearranged the table and
chairs. The chair was set about 10' from the window, facing the window.
She didn't like the prospects of being seen by someone in the
neighboring hotel. She quickly sat down, hoping that Steven would get
this over with. "I can see a building across the street."
"How many rooms can you see?"
"I can see 10 or 12 rooms."
"Good girl. Open the suitcase, which you should be able to reach from
the chair." Her chair was at the foot of the bed, and the suitcase was
at the edge. She opened it, and didn't find any clothes. "There is an
envelope. Open it and read it to me."
She read it. "I am a sex slave for the weekend. Because I have
neglected to share my body with my husband, I will offer any part of my
body and do anything that you ask. As I read the rest of this letter, I
will cup my breasts with one hand and play with my nipple." This was
embarrassing. What if someone was looking? She read ahead, now
pinching and pulling a nipple, her "mood" quickly fading, hoping this
would end soon. "Because I have been stingy with my body, I will show
anyone who is looking what it is capable of doing." This was madness.
She was glad that all the windows across the street were dark. And
anyway, no one could recognize her face at that distance. She continued
reading the letter aloud. "When I am done reading these instructions, I
will reach inside the suitcase pocket and put on the blindfold. I will
then remove the vibrator from the other pocket and bring myself to
orgasm."
"Do it. I will return shortly."
As she slipped on the blindfold, she was still comforted that there were
no lights in the rooms across the street. She inserted the vibrator and
started playing, but it was much harder to get in the mood again,
especially with the world watching. It just didn't turn her on. Still,
the faster she orgasmed, the sooner she could close the curtains. She
increased the pace of her thrusts with the vibrator. Nothing.
She had to find some way of getting this over way. How would Steven
know if she came, anyway? A thought struck her that perhaps he was in
one of the windows across the street. The idea worked, anyway. She
spread her legs, giving her phantom husband a show. She began rubbing
her clit with one hand and moving the vibrator with the other. Let him
watch. She felt the familiar sensations beginning to build, but it was
slow. It took..a long time, but when she was at the crest, she gave
herself to it and came with a shout, or was it a whisper? But it was
good. When she caught her breath, she raised the blindfold and closed
the curtains. He didn't say she couldn't. She laid down on the bed,
waiting for him.
It took him a lot longer than she had thought. He came in quietly, as
passkeys made a lot less noise than keys. "Where were you?"
"Hush! You will be silent unless I ask you a question. Now, go open
those curtains, all the way!" The curtains had been open about 8', and
she was surprised to find that, as she opened them, the window covered
the full length of the wall. There were lights on in some of the rooms
she had not seen before, and she retreated quickly from the window.
Steven turned on more of the lights in the room "Get on the bed and
stand on your knees." She did, thinking that if this were a stage, she
would be in the spotlight, which was not a welcome thought, now that her
passion had subsided. He climbed on the bed and placed the blindfold
over her eyes. He pulled her arms behind her and tied her wrists
together with Velcro straps. She felt something slip around her neck.
More velcro. It somehow connected to the Velcro holding her wrists. He
leaned her forward, so her head was resting on a stack of pillows and
her ass was in the air.
She felt his fingers rub the smooth skin of her cunt, softly, checking
for sharp hairs, perhaps. He wouldn't find any. His finger entered her
pussy, and his thumb rubbed her clit. "You did a good job of shaving,
slave. I wonder, have any of your heroines in your romantic novels been
treated as a sexual slave? What do they call their captor?"
"Master," she managed to say.
"Good. And what do they withhold from their master?"
"They resist at first, but they always give in," she said.
"Why?"
"Because they secretly like it," she said. And, she admitted, to some
extent, she did so far.
"And although not intentional, what have you withheld from me the past
several weeks?," he whispered in her ear.
"Sex", she answered.
"Be more graphic," he said as he applied greater pressure to her clit.
"My breasts, my nipples, my pussy," she said.
"What else?"
Her breath was getting shorter. "My hands on your cock. My tongue on
your cock."
"On whose cock?"
She understood. "My Master's cock."
She felt him remove his hand from her cunt, and he began to lightly run
it over her spine, along the back of her thighs, along the side of her
breasts, and along the side of her cheek to her lips.
"And what will you withhold from your Master this weekend?"
"Nothing," she said.
"Nothing," he repeated.
He helped her stand. She wanted his cock in her, and she was dizzy from
standing so quickly. He moved her. As the cold pane of glass first
pressed against her breasts, she realized where she was.
"Your punishment for your absent sexual appetite over the past several
weeks is this. Any person who looks out their window from that motel
will see you. You will be anonymous with the backlighting and the
blindfold. Yet I'm certain that they will be able to see your breasts
and your cunt." With her hands still tied behind her back, her breasts
were thrust against the glass, and he moved behind her to press all of
her against the glass, spreading her feet as he did so. She was chilled
on the outside only.
"Let's see, slave. There are 5 windows that I can see clearly that have
their lights on. To end this, you must beg your Master to fuck you in
front of the window."
She didn't consider the embarrassment, because she wasn't particularly
embarrassed. She could hear Steven stripping, so she wouldn't be the
only one naked. And the odds were astronomical that anyone she knew
would be in the opposing windows on that particular night. Besides, she
knew enough about how light worked that she was certain anyone who
looked would know that she was naked and getting fucked. But with the
light behind her, she would mostly be a dark shape. And she wanted that
fucking.
"Please, Master, fuck me. I want your cock in my pussy. Fuck me hard.
I know I've been a bad little girl. Fuck me so anyone out there can
see." He pulled her back slightly from the window, and then placed his
hands under her tits, feeling their weight. Then he turned her to a
profile view, and began pulling on her nipples.
"Yes, master. Pull on my tits. Show me to anyone out there. Please,
Master, fuck me now. I'll do anything you want. My body, my sex is
yours. Just give my your cock!"
She felt him undo her wrists. He had her spread her legs and with her
hands against the window. She continued begging him, and he entered her
hard. She said all kinds of things, wanting his cock deep inside her,
feeling his balls slap against her ass.
As they entered a rhythm, he pulled her blindfold off. She was now much
more aware of how revealed she was. The glass went from wall to wall,
ceiling to floor. The lamp in the corner illuminated her much more than
she would have anticipated. She could be seen more clearly than she
thought. The building next door now seemed much closer than it had
before. She looked up a floor and saw two silhouettes in a lit window.
She became aware of how hard she was breathing. Looking down, she saw
how flushed her breasts were, and how trim she had shaved herself. She
looked again at the people in the window. They were embracing; she knew
they were watching.her. She felt so exposed; she wondered if others
were watching from the darkness. She was also turned on.
"Slave, pull on one of your nipples". There was no way she was going to
stop now. She pinched a nipple and pulled it hard. The people watching
were sure to know what she was doing. Her husband reached around and
pulled her other nipple towards the floor, stretching and twisting it.
Her pussy was on fire.
"Show those people how good at fucking you are." She replaced her hand
on the window and pushed her hips back into Steven's cock, hard. "And,
talk dirty."
Feeling like a complete slut, she lost all reserve with her verbal
encouragement. "Fuck me, fill me with your cock, cum in my pussy, let
them see how good I can fuck." She could hardly speak and whispered
between thrusts. "I want to be a good slave! Fuck me! Fill me up!
Use me." As she climaxed, she whispered, "I'm so exposed."
He sat down in the chair, which he had turned for a profile view for the
window. "You've done well. Now lick my cock clean, slave. Remember
you have an audience."
She kneeled and licked the cum and her juices from his cock with long
strokes, like a lollipop, knowing that this was what he wanted . When
she was done, he said, "Go clean up. You obeyed very well, which
pleases me. But remember that just because tonight is over, you are
just as much my slave tomorrow."
The next morning, they both awoke late. Steven ordered room service,
then he ate quickly and took a shower. As he was dressing, he said, "Go
ahead and bathe; take your time. I've got a quick errand to run."
Steven hadn't discussed the previous night, and as she looked out the
window, Hayley wasn't sure how she had managed not to be humiliated, if
not extremely embarrassed. She was now. She closed the shades and went
to take her bath.
He returned after half an hour, just as she was ready to get out of the
tub . "Hello," he said, "You look and smell beautiful today."
Compliments were always nice, although after last night. Here's your
clothes for today. Alarms went off in her head.
She opened the bag, and, as she expected, it contained a surprise, but
one she could live with. The bag had a pair of denim shorts and a denim
jacket vest, white socks, and sneakers. As for underwear, there was a
black see-thru bodysuit. It was almost opaque, yet she knew her breasts
and nipples would be visible when it stretched over her body. The suit
went from a g-string to completely cover her torso, tapering to a tight
circle around the neck. With the vest on, however, she knew the outfit
would only invite mild curiosity.
As she dressed, he re-opened the curtains, which she didn't want to get
near. She might see someone. He finished packing, and they left the
room.
As the elevator began to go down, the view of the inner atrium was
breathtaking. As she was enjoying the view, he said, "Slave, turn
around and open your vest quickly." No one was in the elevator, but
still, she didn't do it quickly. Her knew her aureole were clearly
visible through the suit. "Okay, close it. I just wanted to remind you
that until Midnight tonight, you're still my sex slave." This at least
gave her hope of a relatively relaxed Sunday. Still, she wondered if
she had enjoyed it. She wouldn't have done it on her own, exposing
herself like that, but the feelings of being wanton and publicly
displaying herself had only heightened her physical lusts. She wouldn't
tell him that. But if showing her off to others was his kink, she was
thankful that he had done it in a safe way.
They returned to the interstate and headed north of town. They stopped
at a Cracker Barrel for lunch, which included a short wait. She had
several disapproving looks in the gift shop from the occasional senior
citizen who bothered to figure out what she was wearing, but she
received even more second glances. Her vest was pulled almost close
enough to button, showing the mesh suit in the gap. When she moved, it
revealed her breasts more or less, usually less, she thought.
Lunch came quickly. The waiter had done fairly well keeping eye contact
when taking their order, but after each look glanced to her chest. The
vest had opened slightly, and she was regularly checking it and
adjusting it. "Hand me the salt, please". She looked for the salt, and
noticed it was closer to him than her. "Now." She quickly reached
across, knowing that he would see much of a breast. Steven smiled, and
she shared in it with a short laugh. Fortunately, they were sitting
against a wall and her back faced most of the tables. The rest of lunch
passed without incident.
They had stayed at The Last Resort once before, which had been a quiet,
peaceful weekend. It included about 20 cabins scattered over the
mountain, each with a fair amount of privacy. As they were driving up
the small mountain, he said, "I managed to get a cabin that would rent
for just one night, rather than the whole weekend. Someone had canceled
their reservation." He left her in the car as he checked in, and they
drove on to their cabin. As she had hoped, it included a hot tub inside
the cabin.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said. "I'm going to the grocery store
to pick up some food and drinks for supper and breakfast." After he
left, she locked the door, shed her clothes, and hopped in the hot tub.
After she was thoroughly warmed, she showered to get rid of the chemical
smell. She dried off and went to the bed. Her clothes were gone.
"Where's my clothes?" she asked as she went down the loft steps.
"I put them in the car. It's reasonably warm in here, and if you get
cold, hop in the hot tub." It was about 3:00 p.m. "A football game is
coming on the TV, which I'm going to watch. Look beside the bed, and
there's a bag and instructions." Oh no! She really wanted a nap.
The note read, "I forgot to bring any movies. And, I'm sure you want to
nap. Therefore, the video camera in the bag has a blank two hour tape
in it. Half-time will likely be in 1.5 hours. All of your vibrators
are in the bag. Videotape yourself masturbating until half-time starts.
Then you can stop and nap until the game is over. I may check on you to
make sure that I get a full length movie. Things you will do for the
camera are as follows:
On your back, slowly rub your pussy lips. Eventually move your fingers
to play with your clit. Before you put a finger inside your cunt, I
want your other hand to softly grasp, pull, and generally arouse your
tits. You will play with your nipples also. You will work your cunt
long enough to enter three fingers. Then, you can begin using the
vibrators. I want to see you using the vibrator lying on your back with
your legs spread, bent over with your pussy in the air, and squatting on
it as if you were on top of me. I'm not interested in any editing, so
you can move the camera as you need to, but don't stop and start it.
Show yourself completely to the camera. Climax, then nap. Obey me
now."
The next hour and a half was very difficult. She did it to please him,
but her thoughts of it being on tape generally worked against the
arousal she created the vibrator. Football noises in the background
didn't help either. Once again, she found herself embarrassed, but at
least people weren't watching. She found a good place past the foot of
the bed and to the side to put the camera and left it there. She could
move on the bed in a way that would show everything. She worked her way
through his list of positions. Finally, she heard the second quarter
end, and seriously worked herself to a climax. It wasn't anything close
to the best or biggest, but most importantly, it was over. She turned
the camera off, and napped.
It was getting dark when she awoke. The football game was almost over.
She went down the stairs and hopped in the hot tub. "When you're done
in there, I want you to cook the spaghetti I bought." Cooking in the
nude.Hopefully no one would look through the kitchen window. She
noticed that the window curtains were shut.
As she cooked, she became more and more aware of her nakedness. She had
to be very careful around the stove and handling the hot water for
spaghetti. The cool air from the refrigerator made her nipples hard.
She was even more aware of her nudity because her husband frequently
looked at her with a grin while he was watching T.V. And he was wearing
shorts and a T-shirt. She entertained herself while she finished
preparing supper thinking if only the roles were reversed.
After dinner, which he had complimented her on, he asked her to come in
the living room. He had her bend over the narrow side of a short table
covered with a blanket. Her breasts hung beneath her on the other side
of the table, and her head rested on a pillow on a short chair. After
making sure she was reasonably comfortable, he tied her thighs to the
table and her arms to the chair.
"Now, it's time to watch your movie. She had suspected this as soon as
she had seen that her head more or less pointed towards the TV. And,
she was in the perfect position for him to fuck her. He plugged in the
video camera to the VCR, and hit "play". She really didn't want to see
this.
The picture was much grainier than she had expected. Suddenly, she
realized the tape wasn't the one she had just made, but one made last
night, apparently from one of the rooms across the street. It showed
her, not clearly, but naked sitting on the bed, talking on the phone,
moving to the chair. So that's where he called from! She felt Steven
insert a finger in her cunt as she watched. She could easily make out
her bodily features, and she was relieved that her face wasn't clear.
The lens zoomed in, and suddenly, it was clear. She watched in
fascination as she played with the vibrator, had her orgasm (she could
make out her facial expressions), standing and stretching, closing the
shades, the shades opening, her arms being bound behind her, and being
moved to the window.
When she finished masturbating on the tape, Steven moved beneath her
hanging breasts and sucked and played with them. She was on fire,
again. As she was moved to the window on tape, she felt him clamp
something on her nipples. It didn't hurt, but it was heavy. Looking
down, she could see a clothespin with a screw with nut placed through
the handle. Clever, she though.calibration. She saw that what looked
like a fishing line weight was dangling from each clothespin, thus the
weight. As the tape showed her starting to beg to be fucked, she felt
his cock head on her slit. She wanted him, and wanted him hard.
"Talk dirty," he said. He parted her with one full stroke. She began
talking, begging him as she had the night before. As he pounded into
her, the fishing weights bounced savagely, pulling on her nipples as he
often did with his fingers. He fucked her hard and fast, and she
quickly lost her voice and her breath. She orgasmed first, then he came
inside her.
He didn't give her a chance to rest. He raised her carefully, and then
he removed the weights from her nipples. She had expected some pain,
but her nipples just felt warm. He untied her, reached to her cunt and
gathered fluids on his hand, and then rubbed them on her breasts.
"You're not done yet," he said as wiped more of his cum and her juices
on her breasts. "Your clothes are by the door in a sack. Put them on.
Drive down to the registration building, and return with an X-rated
video. I asked them to save one for you, just tell them your name."
She was about worn out. She was certain she smelled like sex,
especially with their fluids so much closer to her nose. Still, she
dressed, in the shorts and white T-shirt that he had provided in the
sack. It was no surprise that she wasn't given panties or a bra. The
shirt had unusually thick fabric, but it was tight. The wetness of her
breasts didn't make the T-shirt transparent, but rather it made the
shirt stick tightly to her breasts. She drove to the desk, asked for a
reserved video from the female clerk (thank goodness!), flushed when she
saw that the title was "Wives Stripped and Fucked in Public," and drove
back to the relatively safe comfort of the cabin.
She climbed the steps to the cabin. The door was locked. Her husband
was sitting against the rail at the far end of the porch. "Your body is
mine until midnight. It's now 10:00 p.m. I'm going to go inside. You
can enter when you take off your clothes, put them in the car, and knock
on the door naked." She was getting tired of this. It was dark, the
car was 20' from the porch, and there was only one cabin nearby and its
lights were out. Okay, okay, she thought. She went to the car, climbed
inside, turned the cab light off, and undressed. She climbed out, shut
the door, and all but ran to the steps, which made her tits bounce. She
saw that her husband was watching through the window. She knocked on
the door.
"What's the secret pass phrase?" Fine time to get cute, she thought.
She looked around, and there was no sign of anyone, but she could hear a
car in the distance coming up the gravel road.
"Please, Master!"
"That's good. `Please, Master, what?'"
"Please, Master, let me in the door?"
"Nope. Try something more sexual." The car was getting closer.
"Please, Master, Let me in so you can fuck me. I'll do anything you
want!"
The door opened just as the car's headlights were becoming visible at
the turn. She hopped inside.
"Put the tape in the VCR, and climb in the hot tub." That sounded good,
at least. He remained on the couch, playing with his cock. After 15
minutes, he said, "Dry yourself off and come here." The movie had
included a mixture of realistic of obviously staged sex. But the forced
stripping of the women in front of other men, well.it had turned her on.
"Lie on the couch with your head on my lap. Suck and lick my cock."
She couldn't see the movie, but she knew the day was almost over. She
hadn't noticed it until the flash went off. He had picked up a Polaroid
camera and taken a picture of her with his cock in her mouth. Then
another with her tongue on his cock.
"All right," he said, sit on your knees on the floor. She did, watching
him stroke faster and faster on his cock. He leaned forward and
ejaculated cum on her breasts. He had apparently been playing with
himself while she was gone. She didn't figure he had that much left.
"Now, you're getting very close to the end." Steven put a blindfold on
her, and whispered in her ear, "Now, my sex slave, lift your breasts to
your mouth and lick them clean." Her mind rebelled. "Do it, or I'll
wipe it all over your face and fuck you on the hood of the car."
Objections came to mind, but instead, she licked. He took pictures.
"Get it all," he said. "Lick it all up."
Hayley had never licked her breasts, and she didn't particularly like
the taste of cum. But it was at that moment that she realized that her
very flesh wasn't just needed by her husband from time to time. Rather,
it was the gifting of it to her husband, in trust, that he had desired,
and that she now understood.
After she had cleaned her breasts thoroughly, she was very, very tired.
Steven watched the pictures develop, very pleased with himself. He
reached behind a chair, and pulled out a bag. He unzipped it, showing
that it contained clothes, including underwear, and, most importantly, a
toothbrush and toothpaste.
After she had cleaned herself up, she returned, to find that Steven had
prepared her some ice cream and a Coke. It was a favorite treat. He
pulled her close and kissed her, then wrapped her with a tight hug. "I
love you very much. I'm surprised at how much you let me do, and how
far you would go. But I want to thank you for sharing your body with me
this way. There's probably very few men in the world who could live out
that type of fantasy with their wives. It's not that I want you to
behave like that all the time. Whether I needed it, I don't know. But
I wanted it. I wanted you, and your body, without the preoccupation of
pleasing you or having to persuade you to give it. Do you understand?"
Hayley, although refreshed, was still very tired. But the words, "I
love you," had been missing through the weekend, and though she knew it
was true, the verbal expression of love was as important, or more
important, to her as sex.
So, rather than responding verbally, she set aside her dessert and
stood. She smiled at her husband, walked to the door, and with her back
to her husband, removed her T-shirt over her head and bent over,
removing her shorts and panties. She opened the door, smelling the
fresh mountain air. She reached over and turned on the front porch
lights, which lit the surrounding pines like a campfire. She turned to
her husband, leaned her head in an invitation for him to follow, and
stepped outside.
The hood of the car felt cold to her skin as she bent over it. And
rather than looking around to see if any of the neighboring cabin
occupants were about, she closed her eyes and lowered her head to rest
on her arms on the hood. She heard Steven's footsteps, hurrying.
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