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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We married, nothing special. It was modest and understated, she was still a conventional girl at heart. She said she wanted to be married before she turned twenty-five and proposed to me in a cosy restaurant by the sea.
How they all laughed when our regular friends found out.
“We all know who wears the trousers in your relationship!” they said.
I laughed along.
“You might but you don’t know how.”
And laughed inside some more.
We had two wedding receptions, one traditional, one not so traditional later on. The yoga teacher, hairdresser and friends all gave us a good send off. Caged until then, we’d consummated our marriage with them many times over. Fucked, buggered and relieved; her wedding veil stuck to her latex cat suit was a nice touch. The happy bride fucking the groom senseless was not so conventional. To the watery grey light of dawn, we limped out of the club with our arms around each other elated, sore and sated.
As we packed our bags for our honeymoon, she told me that she was not taking any of our attire and toys. We could be just regular ‘Joe and Joanna’ having a honeymoon and doing what honeymooning couples did.
I agreed and it was fabulous, we talked, drank, ate and fucked a lot. It brought balance where it had been so one-sided before. The dynamic was the same, she wore the trousers. Yet, it was regular vanilla sex, no implements, no dressing up and it was mind-blowing.
At the end of our honeymoon, she asked me if she preferred this vanilla side or the other. I had to write my answer down and she would do the same. We both wrote “The other” and laughed loudly as this would be our last night as regular ‘Joe and Joanna’. As we shared a soft kiss and an embrace, she said she would ask me again in a year’s time and I agreed.
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As I sat here blind to my surroundings, I wondered where she was. The faintest sound failed to provide any clues and my body ached for release. Uncaged and shackled by her silk scarves to the chair, I waited. Dressed in black seamed stockings and suspenders, I fidgeting against the plug in my arse and my cock flexed hard. I thought I’d experienced everything, this was new and exciting.
A distant ‘click-clack’ of heels grew louder, each step built up the excitement in me. I could feel her warm breath, the fragrance of her perfume felt distantly familiar. I had not smelt its scent in years, it took me back to those early days.
She gagged my mouth with another scarf. She said that I did not need to speak because she already knew my answer. She wound another scarf under my tight balls and pulled on each end in turn. It was intense, my head lolled from side to side as I groaned loudly.
More heels, more sounds, it was clear we had an audience. A brush of silk over my hard cock electrified my body. Poleaxed by thousands of nerve endings that overloaded my muscles, I thrashed against my bonds. She covered my length with it and began to stroke slowly, my muffled plea made her laugh. Unperturbed as I squirmed, she raised the tempo of her wrist until the hissed sound of hurried breathing whistled through my nostrils. My muscles were livid with the need to expel the rush of energy in them. Fighting against my bonds, I groaned and thrashed.
Shuddering as she stopped, she walked around me as my tremors eased.
“You liked that didn’t you? You want to fuck me now? Well, I have something special for you.”
I froze as her hot breath caressed my groin, her hands gripped my thighs. My head snapped back and I moaned hard. Her mouth worked up and down my shaft. She had never done this to me and the shock of its novelty devastated my mind. The gossamer caress of silk paled against the tender velvet warmth of her mouth. Convulsing and groaning, I shook as delirium consumed me.
Every muscle in my body spasmed and twitched, I wanted to holler and shout as I bucked and writhed. Slowly her mouth slid up and down my tumescent length. The wooden legs of the chair creaked against the oak floor as my body writhed. Her hands plucked on my nipples and I thought I would combust. I had to fight hard to hold back the rush of my climax. She sensed it, she knew me too well and it was over too soon. Cool air caressed my cock and she purred with appreciation. Squeezing it to gauge its strength, she remarked she’d never seen it so hard and fat.
I could feel her straddle me and the engulfing heat of her sex made me cry out loud. Stifled sobs rang out as I thrashed in ecstasy. Placing a sole finger to my lips, she calmed me. I knew her too well, there was still a long way to go.
The slow grinding of her sex on my cock began. Her fingers toyed with my nipples as she pressed herself against me. Her hips drew a tight slow circle and then up and down. Casting my head to one side, a litany of soft kisses peppered my neck.
She knew the efficacy of her application, it served a single purpose. She began to tighten the tension inside me right up to my breaking point. The dull throbbing ache in my loins quickened and rose as she slowly worked on my shaft. She could keep me on the right side of it for hours and then expertly release my seed when she chose. She always remarked that I had been her best student, I always replied she was my greatest teacher.
“Did you like your special treat?”
I moaned louder and nodded my head.
“Would you like another one?”
I didn’t need to think and vigorously nodded my head again.
“Good. You see? I told you I knew all the answers.”
It was an embrace, the cushion of her bare breasts grazed against my naked chest.
“Would you like to know what your second treat is?”
I nodded with excitement as she slowly ground her sex against my pubic bone.
“Oh darling, you are going to breed me. I’m ovulating and it’s time you knocked me up.”
Soft gasps filled the room, hers and others. It was a spectacle for a truly deviant act, insemination.
It overwhelmed me, I felt her whole weight against me through locked elbows as I thrashed against the chair. She told me later that she could see the impact of her words on my body; every sinew tightened and shook. I felt her wetten and her juices soaked my balls.
She rode me with that elegant economy of movement, first a swirl her hips and then she’d drop down to take the whole length. She done this enough times to know it always expedited my climax. Thrashing and straining, she could not appease me. Making a valiant effort to resist, it only made her re-double her efforts. She was strong and determined, I clung to the hope that I could hold out.
“Fight all you like, my cunt is ready for you. Give it to me, fill my cunt.”
God, that word eviscerated me, she had the upper hand now. Ridden like a one-trick pony, she fucked to overwhelm me with a fluidity I had no answer for. Rising up and dropping down hard, she engulfed me again and again. Fingers joined in, some teasing her clit, some caressing my balls with silk. Fevered lips kissed me as a mouth flicked at my nipple. I was being farmed and slowly in tiny increments, my resistance subsided.
The first strong convulsion of her sex around my shaft tensed all the muscles in my body. Strong hands pushed at me to lie back and take it. Her tongue slid into my mouth, it was a kiss that could raise the ardour of a thousand men. Unperturbed she rode on and again she climaxed, it was stronger and more profound. She pressed on and the bliss of her sex tight around me still would not make me relent. I could feel through the thin membrane that another cock had entered her in that most sacred place. It was the yoga teacher, she spat words at her to come and her whole body quivered with a sickening gurgle.
Tight like a vice around me, I knew I was done for as she worked hard to keep up a merciless tempo. The tell-tale tremors began and rose from my legs into my body. Like encouraging a flame from smouldering kindling, they took turns to nurture what was coming. Promised the fucking of a lifetime, they coaxed and persuaded me. I joined in to fuck her and bucked my hips in a see-saw rhythm as the yoga teacher piled in. Flashes of light behind my eyes grew stronger as they assaulted me and her in our copulation.
I could feel her tension, her voice so faint and distant demanded I give it up. Then her spasms around me grew, faint but strengthening. Strong white light pulsated behind my eyes as I trashed hard. She felt that tell-tale swell and clung to me ready to take it all. With one last grinding motion, her loud climatic cry threw me over the edge. The dam burst and I relented, grinding against me she milked it all.
It was done.
The maelstrom slowly subsided with our clammy bodies embraced together. Together in unison with hurried breathing and pounding hearts as she rested her head on my shoulder. Unknown hands removed my bonds, the power to see and speak returned to me.
“I want more. All of it, right there inside me. Knock me up you dirty bastard.”
I was still a little breathless, “Okay, okay, you win.”
Through the day and into the night, I gave everything to her willingly until I was spent.
It worked and a new chapter of our lives together began.
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That year from our honeymoon was up. Sporting a slight baby bump and true to her word, we had to written down our choices again.
“Snap,” she said with a giggle.
We’d chosen ‘vanilla’.
“For now,” she added with a wink and a giggle.
“For now.” I replied.
The hairdresser still cuts my wife’s hair, she’s divorced now and has her own ‘pet unicorn’ to keep her company. Yoga helped her body snap back into shape after childbirth. The yoga teacher got married and found herself someone ‘just like me’; I was very flattered.
Who are we? We are just a regular ‘Joe and Joanna’ getting by. You might pass us in the street, we are anonymous faces that you would forget in a second. There’s no point telling you our names because you would forget them too.
We live among you, quietly and not drawing attention to ourselves.
And that’s exactly how we like it.
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