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STORY:  Some Firsts for Me: She wanted it HER WAY Part III(F/m, m/f, wife,
bond, "forced" bi mm, oral, etc.)

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If you are not 18 or over, well - I encourage your curiosity, but please
pursue it elsewhere...this story (like this newsgroup) is for adults only.
Thanks.

A memoir/story - a reminiscence. I suppose it fits into the "wife watching"
category in a way - though I would never have thought of that until just
now. It's mostly just a remembrance...And it is my first post. 

Comments or questions are welcome....I can spot a flame a mile away, and I
don't read them before I trash them, so don't bother. Constructive
criticism is always welcome. (Take me, use me, lick me, eat me, fuck me,
whip me.....EDIT MEEEEE!!)


Part III: Some Firsts for Me...

At first I thought she was talking to my cock! I nearly laughed as I
hungrily lapped at her. In fact, the sheer craziness of it filled me with
happiness...my crazy lover...talking about me to my cock!

But that was just for the briefest of moments....I continued to probe
deeper into her sweet core with my tongue, and she never ceased the subtle
undulation of her hips over my face. I heard her again: "Come on,
baby....do it for me....I want to see you suck him for me, do it,
baby...Pleease, Timmy....for me...."

It was her husband. For a moment, I considered giving my wrists the simple
twist it would have taken to be free. I could be out of her in less than a
minute, and on my way back to the world.

But I heard her again: "Look at it, Timmy...look how big and hard and
smooth...."
And I felt her again: she made a sort of circle with her fingertips - like
Stonehenge or something - and she firmly massaged her fingertips into the
flesh at the base of my penis, deeply probing there drawing the flesh up
toward the base of my penis, stroking deeply into the part of my cock that
is hidden inside of me, the inner cock...drawing it up toward the outer
cock. (If you doubt that there is an inner cock, check it out. The human
penis, when erect, often extends far back into the body.) She milked at it
steadily as she crooned to her husband. I felt her take me into her mouth.
OR WAS IT HIM!? No, she drew my cock out of her mouth and continued coaxing
him: "I know you want this. I know you want to suck him. And I want it. I
want him to feel my husband's mouth on his cock. I want you to taste my
lover's sperm. Come to me, baby. Come suck him with me."

And suddenly my cock was surrounded with warmth and wetness. A hot mouth
made wet contact with the underside of my cock as another slid over the top
of it. Then it was as if they were trying to kiss each other around my
cock, and their tongues chased each other around the shaft like kids
playing around the trunk of a playground tree...

I could feel her gentle laughter as they both knelt - him between my
thighs, and her over my face - and made love to each other and me. I wanted
more than anything to free my hands, not to flee, but to hold on to her
hips above me, to hug her wet, sloppy cunt to my face. But I did not twist
free. It would have been easy, but I remained tied and imagined myself
helpless, a passive recipient of this impossible pleasure.

And then I felt her shift her weight a bit, and grasp my cock in her hand.
I could hear more clearly now. She stroked me rhythmically as she urged him
on. "Take him in, Timmy...take him deep. Let him fuck your mouth, honey.
Come on, for me. For him. Take that beautiful hard cock and suck him." I'm
pretty sure that as she held the base of my cock in one hand, she pushed
his head down over me with her other hand, because ... well, it just felt
like that. I never once looked down there. Never saw him. But she pushed
his face down onto my cock and milked at me with her free hand as she
guided me into his mouth and him onto my cock.

And I am pretty sure she was pushing him up and down on me, because the
rhythm with which he slid up and down on me was *her* rhythm, the rhythm of
her hips, of her tongue, of our lovemaking, of our fucking...it had begun
with that first kiss, and had continued uninterrupted, faster or slower, it
was *her* rhythm. I pictured then, as I picture now, her gaze as she forced
her husband to suck her lover, as she watched his lips stretch and slide
over my cock, as she watched his nostrils flare for breath, as she watched
his throat contract when she pushed him down hard, and he gagged a bit as
his lips neared her fingers where she held me. She held a fistful of cock
and was forcing it down her husbands throat, a little roughly, but it was
still full of love - not so much of him or of me, *but of what were doing*
- love of what she was experiencing.

But soon, the rhythm was established and she fondled my balls for a moment,
cooing something to him as he continued to fellate me, I could tell she was
whispering into his ear.

Suddenly, wrenchingly, the sweet darkness that had surrounded me, hidden
me, as vulnerable as I was, suddenly it was gone as she reversed herself
over me, and fell to kissing my lips, my neck, my ears, all the while
babbling "thank you, S________, thank you, oh god, it's so beautiful...tell
me it's ok...tell me it's good, tell me, baby..."

I said nothing, but I kissed her as deeply as I could without freeing
myself and grabbing her, and I slid my cunt-slick tongue into her hungry
mouth as her husband continued to labor his mouth over my flesh.

He was into it now. He held me in both hands, I guess to limit the depth
when I bucked up into his mouth - which was increasingly often, as my heat
built. I could feel his tongue working wildly at the top of my cock when he
would rise up, and I would feel his tight throat when he came down on me.

Her puss was wetly pressed against my belly again as she held my face in
her hands and feverishly sucked at my tongue.

In moments I was beginning to come, and she must have felt me beginning to
heave under her. For a moment, her excitement just put her over the
edge...she pulled away from our kiss, and ecstatic expression on her face
as she momentarily rose up and could not decide what to do, where to be.
She frantically looked from my face to my cock, and back again....then she
turned and her puss came down to my ravenous mouth again, and she was there
with him, helping him, and when he realized that my crisis was immanent, he
pulled away, but she FORCED him back. He closed his mouth and it hurt
slightly as she pushed his clamped lips against my sensitive cockhead; but
finally he relented and his mouth swooped down over me once again, and I
began to come. 

My first spurt must have filled his mouth, because I could feel a huge
amount of wetness fall down the shaft onto their hands. The next one, I
felt arcing up onto my belly and chest, and she squealed her breathless
delight. The next splashed into her throat as she again engulfed me
herself. And then she pulled his face to me again and then they were both
licking me, and she put me in his mouth as I shrank...he suckled there like
a child and she stroked his face and my cock...and then he was gone.

She crawled up and kissed me softly with her spermy-sweet lips and tongue.
She melted onto me now, serene and languid, small movements against me
carried forth that rhythm, slower now, and slower still. Her face on my
neck and her sigh was from deep inside.

I believe we slept.

I awoke a little while later with her untying my "bonds." She whispered
more thanks, and kissed each wrist...she left my ankles tied. With a twitch
of my cock, I realized there would be more.

"I won't ask you if it was good. You don't have to share that with me. But
it was so good for me, S_____ - so, so good. I came so much, and so hard.
God, it was good."

I said nothing, which was becoming a habit. She began to stroke me
everywhere, as my arms regained their strength and my hands found her hair,
her cheek, her throat, her breasts, and then I was sitting up, pulling her
down onto me, and we were fucking and fucking. I was deep in her, and she
just settled down onto me, as we sat facing each other, our arms and legs
around each other. My fingers found her ass, and wet with her puss, they
easily worked into her and she began to come, one of those long, deep,
from- the-core orgasms, the one that surprises or even scares you a little.
She didn't work up and down on me, and I did not stroke in and out of her.
I stayed in her as deep as I could be and for a long, long while, we stayed
that way, just slowly grinding ourselves together and she came and came. I
think she wept as I played one last wet song deep into her cunt and we
slept again.


[Enough of this for me now. There was going to be more - we were involved
for quite some time, as these things go, so there's more to tell - but not
now. We never spoke about that night. I regret that. And I also regret that
I never looked down at the two of them sucking me. It would have been quite
an image to carry through life, I suspect. It has been many years since she
first pulled my ponytail in the stockroom and made me wonder if it could
really happen. I have no idea where she is or what she is doing. Maybe she
lurks in here from time to time...who knows. Thanks to those who have read
this far.]

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