Reading

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2006, 2009

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Abstract: She does the reading; he does the learning

"I've been reading," she giggled.

Usually this meant I had to take one of those couples compatibility quizzes.
Not this time. She brought out an emerald green slip and matching thong
panties. For me. My balls hung out either side. I felt foolish. She was wild.
She pushed me on my back, ran her hands all over me, dug her nails into my ass.
She sucked me hard through the thong then pulled it to one side and mounted me,
bouncing until she came.

She stayed atop me, doing something new and different with her muscles until I
had my own explosion. I asked where that came from, but only got the same
response, "I've been reading".

The next night it was a deep red high-cut pair of panties and a red babydoll
top; when she had me wetly erect she turned around facing my feet, alternately
playing with my balls and rocking atop me until I came hard inside her. I
didn't know what she was reading, but I wouldn't complain about it.

Wednesday night was blue. She dressed me in a thin bra and tap pants, then
played with my nipples until they actually got perky. Her hand inside the tap
pants played games with my dangling balls and the sensitive area behind them
until I was gasping, and only then did she roll over and let me enter her. It
was slow, languorous, and ultimately draining. For her as well, I hoped.

Thursday was black -- black garter belt, black hose, and an intensely long and
delicately timed blowjob, stopping me with a squeeze so she could get on her
hands and knees. I was the wild one now, my stomach slapping into her
asscheeks, panting until I felt her clutch around my cock, and only then having
my release.

Friday night was white -- a petite white panty that didn't begin to hold me in
check and white scarves that she used to hold my wrists and ankles to the
corners of the bed. When she had me erect, she grabbed my cock and sat on it,
taking me up her ass. My demure wife used my cock to fuck her ass with loud and
obvious enjoyment. And the sensation of her rear muscles... it seemed like all
night before I came, and I almost passed out from it.

Saturday she said, "I've got a surprise for you." She blindfolded me, then took
all my clothes off and sat me in a chair with my arms tied behind my back. My
cock was erect. A pair of legs straddled me, only the wet pussy enfolding my
cock wasn't my wife's. I opened my mouth to speak and a full breast, not my
wife's, filled my mouth instead.

A strange voice inquired, "Will he last?"

I heard my wife say, "He will now."

The pussy clenched around me. And still, I didn't come. I could wait for the
next chapter.

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