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Tag  spanking, FM, anal, masturbation Johnny is disciplined by her Mum’s cleaner whilst his sister and her friend lMrs Howard disciplines View Author’s Copyright Information

 

Tina sat on the bed, Ellie by her side. The two 16 year old friends were in Ellie’s bedroom at her home.

 

“You have to see this Ellie. It’s about Johnny.”

 

“What, your brother Johnny?”

 

“Yep, and Mrs Howard my parents cleaner.”

 

Tina was almost wetting herself. Ellie was a bit surprised to hear the name Mrs Howard because that was the name of their cleaner.

 

“Mrs Howard?” asked Ellie.

 

“Yes, she has cleaned for Mum and Dad for a few months now. She’s really nice. And doesn’t charge very much Mum I heard Mum say to Dad.”

 

“Oh” Ellie muttered.

 

Tina continued. “I was in the house last week when Mrs Howard came. Johnny was at home from Uni. I was in my room about to go out. No one knew I was there as I had said goodbye about 15 minutes earlier but came back for my purse. I heard Mrs Howard go into Johnny’s room and after a while could hear this smacking sound. I peeked in and saw Johnny across Mrs Howard’s lap being spanked. I decided I better leave. Anyway, Johnny has a camcorder on his computer, and today I left it on. Mrs Howard will be there any minute.

 

Ellie logged on to her computer and quickly hooked up to Johnny’s. The two 16 year old girls could see right in to Johnny’s room. They had a view of most of the room except the door. Johnny was sitting on his bed. And the sound worked.

 

They heard the door open and a sharp voice said “Johnny, you have been naughty again haven’t you.”

 

The trembling reply came “Yes Mrs Howard. Sorry.”

 

“Not good enough young man. Not good enough at all. You know what that means you have earned.”

 

No response but the girls could see Johnny’s downcast face as Mrs Howard came in to view. The girls could see she was wearing a knee length blue skirt and a white cardigan Tina knew she was in her early thirties and kept herself trim by going to the gym. She was carrying a bag.

 

Ellie could tell it is definitely the same Mrs Howard who cleans their house.

 

“Get undressed Johnny. I am going to have to spank you.”

 

Johnny stood up and started to undress. He didn’t argue. He was almost smiling but when Mrs Howard looked up he stopped.

 

“It’s no laughing matter Johnny. You are going to suffer for your poor behaviour. Now hurry up and get undressed.”

 

Johnny pulled his t shirt over his head and put it on the table. He tugged down his jeans and underpants in one go, stepped out of them, and threw them on top of his shirt. He stood there, naked. Tina hadn’t seen her brother naked for years, and Ellie never had. They looked at each other and giggled. Ellie pointed and said “look, he’s got an erection. Cool.”

 

Both girls giggled.

 

Tina said “it’s strange. He is about to get his butt spanked but he gets an erection. What is that about?”

 

Ellie said almost absentmindedly, “maybe he finds it exciting.”

 

Tina shrieked with laughter and Ellie added “you never know with boys do you.”

 

Tina shrieked with laughter again.

 

Mrs Howard spoke again. She had taken some items out of her bag which the girls could see immediately were a man’s slipper and a hairbrush. She placed something else vaguely familiar on the table. It looked like a penis. And she placed a tube of something next to it.

 

“Is that a vibrator?” Tina questioned. “For a boy?” She was flummoxed.

 

“I don’t think so” replied Ellie. “It has a flat base. I think it does something else.”

 

The girls stared at the screen.

 

Mrs Howard instructed “right Johnny. Across my lap please.”

 

Johnny did as he was told. Which is strange thought Tina as he always argues with Mum and Dad when they tell him to do anything he doesn’t want to do. Then again, it rather seems her brother wants this to happen.

 

Mrs Howard sat on the bed and Johnny lay across her lap. She was holding the “thing” and the tube. She placed the “thing” on his back and took the tube. She unscrewed the cap and squeezed some of the contents on to her fingers.

 

“”Spread your legs and pull your cheeks apart Johnny. This is part of your punishment.”

 

Tina was now open mouthed as Johnny spread his legs and raised his bottom slightly as he put his hands back on to his bottom and stretched his cheeks wide open. Mrs Howard started to apply what the girls now knew was lube to his bottom hole. Mrs Howard was smiling. The girls could just make out Johnny’s face which also showed a smile, albeit a rather strained one. No doubt because of what was happening to him.. Mrs Howard took the gel three times from the tube, rubbing it in carefully each time.

 

She lifted up the “thing” and said “right Johnny, are you ready?”

 

“Yes Mrs Howard” he answered and she pointed the “thing” downwards and started to insert it in to his bottom.

 

Tina covered her mouth with her hand, and was wide eyed. “It’s OK Tina, it’s a butt plug. It goes there and some people find it arousing.”

 

“Really?” Tina asked in amazement

 

Mrs Howard was working the butt plug further and further inside Johnny’s bottom hole. He was squirming around as though to help it in. Mrs Howard said “good boy Johnny. You are nice and relaxed today. That’s good.”

 

The girls heard Johnny moan and groan as Mrs Howard twisted the butt plug further in. Then finally an “aaarrggghh” and Johnny collapsed across Mrs Howard’s lap, and Mrs Howard smiled at the back of his head.

 

After a few moments Mrs Howard said “ok Johnny it’s in place. Go and stand facing the wall. You know where the naughty spot is. Hands on your head.”

 

Johnny got up, carefully. The girls shrieked when they saw Johnny’s penis stiffen in front of their eyes. He walked over to the wall placing his hands on his head. The girls squealed again as they saw Johnny with the blue flat circle sticking out of his bum hole, the rest of his bottom a smooth white.

 

Mrs Johnson walked over to Johnny, said “no looking Johnny or else” and with that she pulled her hand back and gave him two hard spanks on each bare bum cheek. Johnny gasped and tried to arch his back in a vain effort to miss the smacks but ended up crushing his erect penis against the wall. Mrs Howard said “nose against the wall Johnny. You know the rules” and she gently pushed the back of his head until his nose touched the wall. When Mrs Howard walked away the girls saw Johnny’s bottom now had red marks across it.

 

Mrs Howard walked back to the bed leaving Johnny facing the wall. The girls were fascinated when they saw her undo her cardigan and slip it off revealing a short skin tight black sleeveless top with a deep red trim which showed off her full breasts with her nipples pushing through. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She had on sexy knickers which matched the top. Her bare white legs stood out against the clothing.

 

Tina felt a pang as she looked at the woman. She looked so so sexy. She looked at Ellie who looked as though she thought the same. Ellie was now sitting with her hand between her legs. Tina asked “is she turning you on?”

 

Ellie withdrew her hand and replied “no. What about you?”

 

“Me also. But she looks great” sighed Tina. Both girls knew they were getting wet just looking at her.

 

Mrs Howard snapped “OK Johnny, it’s time.”

 

Johnny turned around and when he saw Mrs Johnson he smiled. She is dressed just as he likes her to be. So sexy. His erection stiffened. He watched as Mrs Howard sat down and pointed to the floor in front of her. Johnny stood there obediently. The girls could now only see his back, with the butt plug easily visible, but not much else.

 

“What have I told you Johnny?”

 

“I mustn’t masturbate Mrs Howard.”

 

“Exactly. And what did you do?”

“I masturbated Mrs Howard.” Johnny looked down at the implements by Mrs Howard’s side. That leathery slipper and large oblong wooden backed hairbrush. He had felt them before.

 

“Right. And for that you get spanked. How’s the plug?”

 

“It’s OK thank you Mrs Howard.”

 

“Good. Now, stand closer. I need to deal with that erection of yours before you go across my lap.”

 

Mrs Howard spread her legs apart and Johnny stood up very close, feeling the heat from her body. Mrs Howard started to rub the outside of Johnny’s right leg and his erection got stiffer. She raised her arm and swiftly smacked the side of Johnny’s leg six times. He gasped at each smack. She turned him around so he was now facing the camera.

 

The girls saw his stiffness had relaxed slightly. They watched as Mrs Howard gave his other leg six hard smacks. They shrieked again as his penis shrank as a direct reaction to the sharp pain.

 

Mrs Howard turned him back towards her and the girls heard her say “that’s better. Now get across my lap.”

 

Johnny bent down and lowered himself across her lap. He loved his bare skin and penis lying across Mrs Howard’s bare skin. He looked down at her bare legs. He liked her legs. Mrs Howard manoeuvred him around a bit and then started to rub his bottom. Johnny rested his head on his folded arms and looked relaxed.

 

Mrs Howard placed her hand on the butt plug and wriggled it slightly. That drew a groan from Johnny.

 

“Still in place nicely I see Johnny. Make sure you don’t wriggle it out or else. Understood young man?

 

“Yes Mrs Howard” he answered smartly.

 

The girls were still agog when Mrs Howard raised her hand and brought her palm down reasonably hard on his left bottom cheek and immediately again on his right bottom cheek. She continued to spank him on alternate cheeks, then occasionally spanked him several times on one bum cheek and then the next, and reverting to alternate bum cheeks.

 

The girls smiled as they watched Tina’s brother start to squirm around on Mrs Howard’s lap. They could just about tell that Mrs Howard missed hitting the plug, although came close. They could tell that Johnny gasped much more when she hit him closer to the butt plug than when she smacked elsewhere on his bottom or tops of legs.

 

Mrs Howard stopped using her hand and picked up the slipper. Mrs Howard looked down at Johnny and said “time to step up the pain my lad.”

 

Johnny looked up and saw Mrs Howard raise the slipper and slap it down in to the palm of her hand. The girls couldn’t tell if Johnny still had his erection. They did see him half smile, turn away and rest his head on his folded arms again. He had been here before the girls knew.

 

Tina looked at Ellie and said “I bet this hurts.”

 

Ellie nodded, said “uh huh” but could not take her eyes off the screen.

 

Mrs Howard started spanking Johnny much harder with the slipper. Johnny was gasping rather louder than before. The girls could see his bottom was a deeper pink and turning red quickly.

 

A couple of times Mrs Howard stopped using the slipper and raised her hand, bringing it down directly on the butt plug. This drew a louder gasp still from Johnny.

 

“Just checking I still have your attention Johnny” Mrs Howard said. After one of those smacks Johnny looked up and the girls could see the tears in his eyes and the red around them.

 

“Oh” Tina said, actually feeling sorry for her brother. “I didn’t think it would be this hard on him.”

 

“Don’t worry too much Tina. I bet he wouldn’t do it if he didn’t like it.”

 

“Really?” she said, very surprised. “Johnny never seemed the wimpish type.”

 

“I didn’t say he was a wimp you silly girl” Ellie said. “I said he is enjoying the sensation of being spanked.”

 

“How? It looks like it hurts. Like a hell of a lot.”

 

“Oh I don’t know. I read that the spanking sensation can be a bit like having your vulva stroked. The same nerve ends and the like are affected.”

 

“No kidding?” asked Tina. So how come spanking is a form of discipline?”

 

“It’s just what I read Tina. That’s all.”

 

“Shall I try it on you then?” Tina asked, laughing now.

 

Ellie didn’t answer. Just then the continual smacking sound stopped and Mrs Howard was speaking again.

 

“Right Johnny, have you learnt your lesson?”

 

Johnny was sobbing and his shoulders were heaving. He couldn’t answer straight away. Mrs Howard raised her hand and brought it down square over the butt plug. Johnny screamed in pain. He raised his bottom only to have Mrs Howard spank it again full on the butt plug.

 

“Well? I’m waiting.”

 

“Yes yes yes yes” Johnny blubbered. He was forcing himself to answer.

 

“Good” Mrs Howard said, smiling at the young man she was causing so much pain to.

 

Johnny was sobbing, desperate to rub his burning bottom but not daring to.

 

“So, that just leaves the hairbrush.”

 

Johnny sobbed louder. He knew he was still to be punished with it. It was just the words being said to confirm caused him to shudder and cry out.

 

“Fifty spanks Johnny. Unless you resist when it will be a lot more.”

 

Mrs Howard didn’t wait for a reply. She started spanking him on alternate cheeks for the first ten spanks. Then she applied five to the same spot on his left bottom cheek and five to the right. Then ten to the same spot on the left and ten to the right. She finished off with alternate spanks to each cheek.

 

“OK Johnny. It’s over. I’ve finished your punishment. You can relax. Calm down.”

 

Johnny was shaking and sobbing freely, but after a few minutes calmed down and lay quietly across Mrs Howard’s lap as she stroked his bottom and tops of legs.   Johnny moved his legs apart and she slowly rubbed the inside of his thighs, even scraping his ball sack with her fingernails. The pain was subsiding and the girls could hear Johnny sighing and starting to groan.

 

“Yeek” Tina said. Should we be watching whilst she touches my brother like that?”

 

Ellie said “we can switch off if you want” but stared fixedly at the screen.

 

“Yeah, if you want” replied Tina who was also fixated by the way Mrs Howard had first thrashed her brother but was now arousing him so well.   Neither girl moved to switch off the screen.

 

“I need you to do something for me Johnny. You know what don’t you.” It was a statement.

 

“Yes Mrs Howard, I know.”

 

“Swing around then. Good boy.”

 

Johnny lifted himself up from her lap and they could momentarily see his penis which was starting to stiffen. He stood with his back to the screen. The girls gasped when they saw just how red and marked his bottom was. Mrs Howard slipped her knickers off and pushed herself back until her back was against the wall at the top of the bed. She lifted her knees up and lowered them outwards leaving a full view of her private area.

 

“She shaves” shrieked Tina.

 

“Uh huh” Ellie said.

 

Johnny was now crawling up the bed. His red bottom wriggling and the butt plug still in place. His balls hanging low which brought another “yeurk” from Tina.

 

The girls watched as Johnny started to kiss Mrs Howard’s inner thighs, and caressed her legs, stomach and breasts. His erection stiffened. Mrs Howard was enjoying the attention Johnny was giving her. Johnny focussed on her vulva, and Mrs Howard was soon gyrating in unison with Johnny. She was groaning, moaning, and holding Johnny’s head firmly in place between her legs as she was brought to an explosive orgasm.

 

Johnny kept kissing her thighs as she relaxed, and the girls could see the smile on her face.

 

“Thanks sweetie” Mrs Howard said as she bobbed her head up. “Have you been a good boy?”

 

“Yes Mrs Howard. I think I have been.”

 

“I think so too. Stand up against the wall.”

 

Johnny edged backwards almost against the door, and out of view of the camera.

 

“Oh no” Tina shouted.

 

“Hey, he’s your brother. I thought you didn’t want to see this.”

 

“Yeah but this is worse. We can hear him for goodness sake.”

 

Johnny was groaning louder and louder as he was becoming more and more aroused. Then the final extended groan as he ejaculated. There was heavy breathing for a while before Mrs Howard came back in to view.

 

“I guess you had bacon for breakfast Johnny” she said, wiping her mouth with a tissue.

 

Tina and Ellie looked at each other, mouths wide open. “She swallowed” Tina said in a whisper.

 

“I sure did Mrs Howard.” Johnny had a broad smile. Like the cats whiskers.

 

Mrs Howard gave Johnny a smile and went over to the table and got dressed again. She put all the things back in her bag.

 

“Are you around next week Johnny as usual?”

 

“Sure am Mrs Howard.”

 

Mrs Howard walked over to Johnny, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him. He shot his tongue in to her mouth and put his arms around her neck. The kiss was long and hard.

 

The girls giggled when they realised he still had the butt plug in his bottom.

 

“I’ll come back before I leave and take the butt plug out. It will be a reminder for you in the meantime.”

 

“Cool” Johnny replied. Mrs Howard gave him a sharp smack on his bottom, her palm right across the butt plug, before laughing, and then walked out of the room.

 

Johnny went to lie on his bed. Still naked. He rolled on to his stomach and felt behind him for the butt plug. He pushed it to make sure it wasn’t loose before turning on to his back again. Soon his hand drifted down to his penis. He thought about the spanking and the oral sex afterwards. And about how sexy Mrs Howard looked. As he thought, his penis stiffened again. He started to stroke it. It stiffened more. Soon he was groaning again.

 

The girls were making funny faces but were unable to look away as Johnny continued to masturbate until he erupted. The girls saw the spurt of semen rise up out of his hand and land on his chest. One two and then a third spout. Johnny relaxed and lay still.

 

The door opened. “You naughty naughty boy Johnny. That means you get a spanking next week for sure.”

 

“Yes Mrs Howard. Sorry” Johnny replied. Johnny smiled and the girls heard Mrs Howard laugh from the doorway.

 

Johnny stood up and went over to the computer. The girls stared at him, or at least his penis, until he sat down and pressed some keys on the keyboard. The screen in front of the girls went blank.

 

“Does he know?” Tina asked in a panic.

 

“I doubt it Tina, otherwise he would have said something. Anyway, you’ll know as soon as you get home” Ellie added with a smile.

 

“Ellie?” Tina said.

 

“Yes?” Ellie replied.

 

“I gotta do myself. It was too much.”

 

Ellie smiled and nodded.

 

Both girls unzipped their jeans and put their hands down inside their knickers. They closed their eyes. They were both so wet it only took a few minutes for them to come. They were breathing heavily as they calmed down and relaxed.

 

Tine looked across at Ellie and said “That was something else wasn’t it Ellie?”

 

“It sure was Tina. Would you fancy being thrashed like that?”

 

“No way” answered Tina. “You?”

 

“No way at all” Ellie answered. But Ellie thought about two days time. That is when Mrs Howard will be cleaning their house. That is when Mrs Howard will be spanking her bottom. Again. And they will have oral sex. Again. No butt plug for her though. No. Mrs Howard had something else for her Ellie. She had her huge black strap on for her.

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Tag  straight sex, husband, wife pleasure An internet affair turns a dull marriage into something that can last the years.

I am a middle-aged woman whose marriage is in decline.  I *do* love my husband.  Didn’t I?  I mean we had four kids, the two girls were in their 20’s and both in university.  The two boys were “Oops” babies, and at nine and 12, they kept us young and very busy. 

 

My husband and I had been married nearly 30 years.  We got married right out of college.  I got pregnant right away, much to the amazement of the doctors, who said that wouldn’t ever happen for me.   I miscarried, and I felt like such a failure as a woman.  My husband was supportive, but wasn’t around all that much as he was in the Army, and off overseas.  On one furlough home, we, hmm, I think the term is “made out like rabbits”!  He went back overseas, and I found out I was pregnant with our first girl.  I kept it a secret, because I didn’t want him to worry, and in doing so take needless risks with his life.  Besides, I wanted to make sure I would carry the baby to at least a viable term.  At 4 months, the doctor said he was pretty sure, with good medical care, that I would indeed carry the baby to term.  I made arrangements to call my husband, and we were both weeping with joy.  Our second daughter was conceived in much the same way.  Our family was complete.  When my husband was discharged from active duty, we bought a small house in his home town.  It was a good place to raise kids.  We never bothered with birth control, and as the years went by, we resigned ourselves to being a family of four. 

 

I was 38 when we found out I was pregnant with our first son.  We were ecstatic, but we were warned their might be complications due to my age.  We did all the tests the doctors wanted to put me through and every thing was okay.  Three years later, we were doing it all over again.  My husband was as proud a father as anyone would want to see, but it was then that our sex life took a nose dive.  With four children to clothe and feed and plan educations for, well, my husband became a workaholic.  He didn’t want me working, although my income as a Registered Nurse would have helped out immensely.  I have to admit, I did enjoy being a stay at home wife and mother. 

 

My husband was away for a week long business trip.  Here I was, alone and feeling rather sexually frustrated, to say the least.  One night after the boys were in bed, I lay in our bed with my laptop, and found several websites dedicated to erotica.  Oh my, I never realized how conventional and boring my husband and I had become.  It was the good old missionary position, and never varied from that, and our lovemaking had gone from twice a week to twice a month, if that.

 

On this website, you could send a private message to the author.  Everyone had a nickname, so it was anonymous, if you wanted it to be that way.  Of course I did.  I set up a separate email account and left it that I had to sign in, but my password was rather transparent, and my husband could have broken it easily. 

 

The author I chose to communicate with was a young man, only 25.  (Oh god, I’m old enough to be his mother.)  I gave him the email address and so began our rather torrid affair.  As soon as I got the kids off to school, I would check my email.  The messages flew, fast and furious.  At 25, he wanted pumping, grinding, hard core cock in cunt (or ass, or mouth) sex.  Light bondage, was also a part of his vocabulary, as were sex toys.  I made it very clear from the onset of these trysts, that it could last no longer than a week.  I told him to think of himself as my teacher. 

 

At twice his age, I wanted long, slow languorous lovemaking.  I would share my fantasies, with just enough of the fast stuff, to keep him interested.  His words were enough to drive me to distraction, and I found myself fingering my clit and likely having the first orgasm of my married life.  Sad but true, and too bad my husband wasn’t there to enjoy it.

 

I found with just the right stimulation to my clit, I would gush out fluid out of my pussy.  The first time it happened, I was mortified and thought I had wet myself.  My young lover assured me that that was a good thing, and that I had just “cum”.  My young lover also introduced me to a porn site, that was very explicit, but very exciting to see these men and women in various sexual positions that I didn’t even know existed!  At 50, I decided that I was indeed naive, and had led a very sheltered life. 

 

My young lover introduced me to chat, where he said he would “fuck me”.  Oh my god, I was so turned on by his words that I came and didn’t even touch myself. 

 

The day before my husband was to return, we had our last “cyber fuck” and once again I had a hard little clit and a very wet and gushing pussy, and I hadn’t even touched myself.  We said our goodbyes and I erased all the email from my computer and removed the email program as well.  I felt a little sad, at the closure of this chapter of my life, but I also felt exhilarated that my husband was coming home, and for the first time in many years I couldn’t wait to get my hands on my husband. 

 

I made arrangements for the kids to do sleep overs for the weekend, and was going to book a hotel, but thought that my husband may prefer to stay at home after being away for a week.  I bought candles, and silk rose petals, and new sheets for the bed.  I turned our bedroom into a lovenest.  I also had the locksmith come and put a lock on our bedroom door.

 

The next morning, I got the kids off to school and drove to Seattle.  I wanted to check out a sex shop there, and was surprised to find it in an upscale part of town, looking very discreet.  I was relieved that I would not be rubbing elbows with dirty old men who were looking for a peep show.

 

The young woman asked me what I was looking for.  I must have turned 40 shades of red, and she put her hand on my arm and assured me I had nothing to be embarrassed over.  We sat down and had a cup of tea and she started by showing me a catalogue.  I told her that I wanted to save my marriage, and I thought spicing up our sex life would help. 

 

She showed me books, that described different positions, and just how to get there.  She showed me tasteful, but sexy lingerie, that “would drive any man to the brink of orgasm”, or so she said.  She also showed me vibrators and dildos that a couple can use, and explained how.  She seemed very comfortable with her sexuality.  I, on the other hand was not.  She explained to me that our greatest sex organ, wasn’t the vagina or penis, (yes she did indeed use those clinical terms) but our brain.  I needed to think sexy and therefore would be sexy.  I left the shop with a purple paper tote bag with some lingerie and some massage oils and lubes, as well as a vibrator. 

 

My next stop was to my favorite department store for a new outfit.  Something slinky, and maybe low cut.  I was never blessed with big breasts and even after giving birth to four children, they still weren’t what I would say big.  I found a great black dress, with a plunging v neck and back.  The sales girl helped me pick out a “stick on bra”.  (I never knew such a thing existed) and a black garter belt and black thigh high stockings.  She said that if I wanted to make an impression on my husband, pantyhose doesn’t cut it!!!.  I wanted to pick out some panties, perhaps a thong, but she discouraged me.  (Go with out underwear!!!  I was surely on the road to deprivation.)  However the young woman assured me I was not, and said that my husband was a very lucky man. She actually helped me dress and packed my clothes that I wore in bag, which I tucked in the trunk of our SUV along with my bag of goodies from the sex shop. 

 

It was time to meet his plane at SeaTac, and I parked in the garage rather than wait at the curbside.  I walked into the airport and felt many sets of eyes on me and even got a whistle or two.  I smiled to myself, and thought, if you think sexy, you’ll be sexy.  I was standing waiting for him by the luggage carousel, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head and his mouth was hanging agape.

 

I strode over to him and I kissed him deeply on the mouth.  It didn’t take much coaxing on my part to get him to French kiss me right there in the airport.  (We had never been big on PDA’s)  In the most sultry voice I could muster, without sounding like I had a bad case of laryngitis, I welcomed my husband home and kissed him again. 

 

He held me at arm’s length, for a minute to look at the dress and I twirled for him hoping that he might catch a glimpse of my black garter belt and stockings.  By the silly grin on his face, I guess he did. 

 

We talked about his trip, and stuff that had gone on at home, the girls and their marks for their exams that they had just finished writing.  His luggage spilled out and we were soon on our way out to the car, once again, I garnered a few whistles, and I glanced sideways at my husband, who put his hand possively at the small of my back and looked like a peacock as he strutted beside me. 

 

I handed him the keys so he could drive as it was getting to be rush hour.  I hate rush hour in Seattle heading south, on a weekend.  Besides, if I drove, I couldn’t sit sideways and pull one leg up one my seat, affording my husband a glimpse of my now damp pussy. 

 

He threw his suitcase in the trunk and I was thankful I had covered my bag of goodies with a blanket we keep in the trunk.  He opened the passenger door and helped me inside and went around and got in on the driver’s side. 

 

“You look beautiful, Darling”, he commented to me as we made our way out of the parking garage. 

 

“I am very glad you’re home Sweetheart”, I said to him.  We got onto the freeway and made our way south to home. 

 

I turned slightly in my seat, and brought my left leg up and pulled the full skirt of my dress up just a bit so he could see the garter belt.  I reached over and ran my fingers through his dark hair with graying temples, that all of a sudden I found *very* distinguished. 

 

He looked at me and smiled, and asked “Okay, what’s up?”

 

Little did he know, he unwittingly gave me the first break of the conversation.  “Well, I’m hoping your UP, Darling.”, and I leaned over and felt for his cock through his suit trousers.  (Note to self, don’t do that in rush hour traffic again!)

 

“Oh my God Kim, what has gotten into you lately?” 

 

Ha, another break, “Well, my dear handsome husband, certainly not you!  I have a very special surprise waiting for you at home, Darling.” I said as I bunched my skirt up a little higher around my hips.  I was starting to get very thrilled and my pussy was beginning to throb and I was flushed with excitement. 

 

I continued to touch him, on his inner thigh, and his cock and could see it twitching and becoming erect inside the leg of his trousers.

 

I noticed that he was speeding, but I never said anything (the old wife would have nagged about speeding, especially if we had gotten a ticket.  I figured it was a small price to pay to save our marriage.)

 

We got home and I told him there were some things I needed out of the trunk and he tried to put me off, anxiously steering me toward the house.  I insisted, telling him he wouldn’t be disappointed.  I grabbed my bag of things from the sex shop and sashayed into the house just ahead of my husband. 

 

As soon as the door was closed and locked, he grabbed me and kissed me deeply on the mouth again.  Our tongues mating in a foreshadow of what was to come.  I was frantically trying to untie his tie and undo his shirt and belt and pants.  It was a flurry of hands and mouths and teeth nipping at ears, neck and anything else that was nippable. 

I took him by the hand, and said, “Come with me, Honey” and I led him into our room, where I finished undressing him slowly and sent him into the shower to wash away the travel weariness.  I quickly lit the candles and stepped out of my dress, since it was half off already.  I joined him in the shower and we laughed at the “stick on bra”.  I have to say it did make my breasts look “pert”, but it was torture coming off. 

 

We washed each other gently paying attention to those erogenous zones, neck, shoulders, the insides of elbows and the backs of knees.  I gently took his growing cock in my hand and lovingly stroked it, murmuring to him what I wanted him to do with it.  If he was shocked, he didn’t show it.

 

He massaged my breasts, and nipples that were already hard and tingling.  His hand wandered down my belly, that was quivering with desire, to the apex of my thighs.  He cupped my mound and slowly slid his middle finger inside the folds to find my clit.  He circled it gently and I was moaning with desire. 

 

We got out of the shower and dried each other off, and headed to the bed.  He glanced around the candlelit room and sighed.  He picked me up in his arms and laid me gently on the bed.  He came down beside me, and continued to finger my clit, I brought my knees up, in a reflex, and he took the hint.  He slid first one, then two, then three fingers in my pussy.  I was so aroused, that I lost control and came with a gush of sweet nectar into his hand.  I was breathing heavily and he looked at my now wet and glistening pussy and the fluid coating his hand.  He took his fully erect cock in his hand and smeared the moisture on it.  He laid me back and asked, “Darling, do you still like it long and slow?”

 

“Yes”, I gasped, “with maybe a few switch ups along the way.”

 

He positioned himself between my legs and slowly inserted his lovely prick into me.  We found our rhythm, and we revelled in each other’s body.  We came together, and smiled at each other.  We spooned each other and talked about our love over the years.  It wasn’t too long until I wanted to show him something else I had learned, I rolled him on his back and took his lovely cock into my hands.  I started to give him a quick hand job, and then I went down on him with my mouth.  He was soon writhing on the bed and bucking his hips.  I continued to suck, swirling the tip of my pointed tongue on the head of his penis.  He was moaning and I heard yell “Oh fuck, Kim, don’t stop, please don’t stop–I’m cumming!”  I swallowed every last drop of his nectar.  I smiled at him and said, “Oh Darling, you taste so good”, and I kissed him so he could taste it too.  He lay there and held me in his arms, and then he asked if he could do that to me. 

 

He got between my legs and parted my outer labia.  He touched my clit, and watched my face as he did so.  He put his head down and lapped at the moist folds of my love canal, until I was screaming with wanton desire.  “Oh fuck me now, now, fuck my pussy now” I screamed.  He took the cue and rammed into me hard, again and again.  I could tell by his movements that he was going to cum soon and I let go at the same time.  We collapsed onto each other.  We lay like that for quite a while, just enjoying each other in a way we hadn’t done for years. 

 

He asked me what had transpired while he was away.  I told him I would tell him one day, but not tonight.  Tonight was a night of firsts for us in many ways.  I didn’t get a chance to use the sex toys that evening, we were too interested in what our hands and mouths could offer each other.  Of course, we have the whole weekend.  Maybe there is such a thing as a second chance at life.    

 

Epilogue

I finally did confess what I had done when my husband was away that week.  I told him, it was something I would never seek out again.  We both wonder from time to time what became of the young man who so willing taught a middle age housewife, to really appreciate her body and teach her husband to appreciate it too. 

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Tag  Restraint, Office, Woods, Interacial Bowen learns the rewards of buying lunch. View Author’s Copyright Information We sat in the cafeteria.   “You’re what?” said Randy.



  “Taking Kimber to lunch tomorrow.”

  The look he gave me in response confused me.   “Why?”

  “I had to help her with that merger report.   We had a disagreement on the final figure.   I bet I was right, she bet she was right, so I told her the loser bought lunch.   I lost.   What’s the problem? “

  It was late in the afternoon and we were on a coffee break. Randy stared at me another minute.   Then he looked over at Kimberley sitting reading a book alone on the other side of the cafeteria. He shook his head.  

  “Well for starters you’re married and she isn’t.   Second, she can’t be thirty years old and you’re almost fifty.   Finally you’re a basic white guy, a wasp and she’s……”   The hesitation was palatable.

  “Black!   Is that the word you’re looking for?   Christ Randy, I never took you to care about that. It’s just a couple of co-workers having lunch together.”! I stood up slightly annoyed and walked towards Kimber.   She smiled shyly and said hello.   I slowed down as I passed and asked her if we were still good for lunch tomorrow. She nodded and went back to reading a book.   I continued walking.

  Kimberly was fifteen or more years younger then me.   She might be thirty years old but it was hard to tell.   Her dark framed glasses gave her the severe look that reminded one of a female geek librarian.   Her clothes could only be described as prim or worse yet, baggy.   One could never tell much about her shape other than she was hiding it.   She wore her hair in a short bob that came down to a point on either side of her jaw, framing a beautiful full mouth.    I had wondered more than once what she would look like if you could coax the glasses and baggy clothes off her and dress her in something more form fitting.

Of course I had no such misconceptions about myself.   Although I was not overweight and still fit and reasonably trim I knew my only advantage was the old adage that men get dignified as they get older.    I went back to my desk and spent the rest of the afternoon day dreaming about undressing Kimber and half the other women in my office.



 
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Just before noon I called her.    

  “Hi Bowen”.   She replied she was ready for lunch and would meet me at the side door by

the parking lot.   It was a warm day so I did not take my coat and met her at the side entrance.   She was wearing a loose fitting pair of dress pants and shirt that as usual looked professional but showed nothing.   I asked her where she wanted to go since she had won the bet but she the deferred the decision to me.   As we headed to my car Kimber followed just slightly behind me. I opened the car door for her and ten minutes later we were sitting in a small semi private booth in a local Japanese restaurant eating sushi.

  We talked about office work for the first half of lunch before I decided to flirt a little.

  “So, how’s personal life treating you these days?”

“Quiet”, was her response.

  “Quiet, how can a good looking single women like you lead a quiet life?   Don’t you have a boyfriend or two?”   Kimberly hesitated a minute and then told me she did not have much of a personal life and she had no boyfriends.   I noted with surprise she was now looking down.

  “Pardon my asking but your not a lesbian are you?” Kimber looked up briefly, turned red and looked down before murmuring no.  

  “So what do you do in your spare time?”

  Again Kimber looked up briefly then bent her head down again.   “I read a lot.”  

  Now I know I’m not noted for being the most politically correct person in the world but Kimberley ’s consistent looking down made me wonder if I had crossed the line.   I asked her if she was uncomfortable with my personal questions.    She flashed another quick look at me and shook her head vigorously.   Still I was debating turning the conversation back to office talk when she asked me a question without looking up.

  “Bowen, I heard you talking with Randy yesterday; he thinks you should not be seen out with me, a black women .   Does that bother you?”

  A little louder than I intended and with some venom I told her being seen with or even going out with people of different colour was no longer the social crime of the century.   “You’re not a slave”, I protested.

  She continued to look down and then I heard her say, “But I like it I think.”

  My mind reeled.   “Pardon,” was all I could say.  

  “I like it when other people are in control.   I guess I’m kind of submissive that way.   At least I’m like that in my personal life anyway”.

  “Sounds to me like you like the idea of being submissive. Don’t mistake submissiveness for slavery.   Doms and Subs are often referred to as Masters and Slaves but that’s more a reference to their desire to be controlled or dominated, not their skin colour .”

  “It’s a small difference”, she shrugged in reply.

  With that comment it struck me, Kimber was a sub looking for a master.   My brain had her naked on her knees before me sucking my cock in a flash.   I had to test my theory. Standing up I dropped some bills on the table and told her to follow me.   Without looking back to check I left the restaurant.   Outside I walked to the car.   She was right behind me.   The remote unlocked the car and I did not open the door for her this time. I told her to get in.   She did.

  Starting the car I drove to the back of the lot and backed into a spot.   Kimber watched in silence.   I reached over and took off her glasses.   With out them her severe look softened and she looked more angelic.   Being an angel was not what I had in mind.

  “Take out my cock and blow me”.

  Without hesitation Kimberley moved over towards me and reached for my belt.   She undid it quickly then pulled down my zipper and reached inside my pants.   By the time her hand reached my cock it had already become hard and thick.   She gently pulled it out, leaned over me and wrapped the tip inside her mouth. She began to suck lightly and wrapped both hands lightly around my shaft where she began a slow stroking motion.

  “ Ohhhhh ya , that’s good.   Now take it deep”.

  Kimberley moved her hands down and cupped my balls before she thrust her head down further until her lips where rubbing my pubic hairs.   I looked around the parking lot and saw several people going to their cars but nobody saw us.   She finally slid back up my cock to get a breath of air.    While taking a breath she continued to stroke her hands up and down my now slippery wet cock.

  “Put one hand on my balls, keep the other stroking my shaft and don’t let it out of your mouth until after I cum”, I commanded.   She grunted a reply as she moved to obey.   My body was in heaven.   My mind was racing.   Kimberley was blowing me in a parking lot at lunch time merely because I demanded it.   I leaned back and let her mouth work its magic.   In minutes the combination of her stroking, fondling and her tight lips around my cock made be lose control.    My cock began the spurt into her mouth.   She kept her lips tight around me as I came and drank it all. When it finally stopped jerking she kept licking it until it was clean.

  “That’s enough, time to get back to work”.   She leaned back and thanked me while wiping her mouth.   I zipped up my pants and drove back to work silently.  

  Before we got out of the car I looked over at her.   She stared back a minute then looked down.  

  “Tomorrow Kimberley you will ware a loose summer dress to work.   No stockings, no underwear.   Prim and proper on the outside, but underneath you will be my slut. Do you understand?”

  Kimberley nodded.   I repeated the question. “Yes sir”, she said out loud.

  “Good.   During business hours you will treat me as you always have. But after hours you belong to me.   You will do as I say and I don’t want to have to ask you anything twice.   Is that understood?”

  “Yes sir”, she replied.   I nodded and got out of the car and went back to work

 
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  The next day was a flurry of meetings and calls.   A few minutes before five o’clock I called Kimber . She answered the phone almost immediately.

  “Bowen, I was afraid you would not call”.

  “It’s been a busy day but it’s over now.   Meet me in the records room in ten minutes”.   I hung up.

  Fifteen minutes later I entered the records library.   It was a large windowless room at the end of the building and after five it was almost always empty. Kimber was waiting just inside.   She shook her head when I asked if anybody else was around.

  I was not sure what I intended to do yet. Mostly I was winging it.   Kimber was wearing the summer dress I had told her to wear but it looked more like a frock.   In fact it reminded me of a Catholic girl’s school blue frock only slightly lighter in colour . This girl looked like she seriously needed a clothing designer intervention.  

  Looking around I spotted a table at the back of the room.   I reached behind me and locked the door then motioned her to follow me.   I did not look to see but I could smell her body perfume as she followed.   Reaching the desk I turned and removed her glasses.   Then I reached up to her shoulder and rubbed across the top searching for a bra strap. There was none. Kimber watched me silently.

  “Turn around and lean over the table”.  

It was a command not a request and she silently obeyed.   I reached down and ran my hands over her smooth ass that was now sticking out as she leaned over the table.   My hands rolled down to her hem and pulled it up, flipping it into the small of her back and confirming she was not wearing any underwear.   Kimber’s ebony skin was a smooth as the day she was born. Her pussy lips were already slick and puffy.   My gaze traced down her legs, she looked better than I had expected.

  I bend down level with her pussy and leaned forward.   An inch from her cunt I flicked my tongue out licked.   Kimber gasped but made no move. I stood up again and leaned over her body to whisper in her ear.

  “You’re wet already”.  

  “Yes sir”

  I reached down and slid a finger up the length of her clit before sliding a finger inside.  

  “ Ohhhhhh ”.  

  My fingers started plunging in and out of her cunt slowly at first, then with increasing speed.   In a few minutes Kimber started to move her hips back and forth.   I let her for a minute then asked her if she wanted to cum.   She nodded her head up and down and moaned.  

  “Do not cum yet.   Not until I say you can.   Don’t move”.  

  Kimberley stopped moving her hips but looked pleadingly over her shoulders then said, “Please let me cum.   I have been horny ever since yesterday in the parking lot”.

  “Please what…..”

  She dropped her head immediately and said, “Please sir, please sir let me cum”.

  I felt for her g-spot just inside her cunt lips and made sure I was rubbing it hard before I responded, telling her she would have to wait.   I repeated my command to stay still and not cum until I gave her permission.   She mumbled a feeble reply and I knew Kimber was having a hard timing concentrating.

  “ Arrrgggghhh .   Please, please sir……..”   

  I stopped.  

  Her tone changed abruptly.   “ Noooooo ……   Pleasssseee sir”.   She was now pleadin as she looked over her shoulder at me.   Her eyes widened when she saw me drop my pants and pull out my cock.   It was large and hard and wet at the tip. I stroked it a few times and it bounced up and down. Her eyes followed every bounce.  

  “Spread”, I commanded.  

  Her legs flew open and she tried to push her ass closer to me.   I leaned forward and slipped the tip just inside her cunt .   Reaching down I smeared Kimberley ’s juices from her pussy along the length of my cock then in a steady motion pushed in as deep as I could.

  She squealed. I pulled out slowly, waited motionless for a half minute then pushed deeply into her again.   Kimberley ’s cunt wrapped tight around my cock.   Watching my pale white skin push into her dark pink pussy surrounded by ebony was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen.   The sight took me over the edge.   I began to mindless pound in and out.   Kimberley started moaning non stop which made me bounce in and out even faster.   I grabbed her hips to ensure each thrust was as deep as possible.

  “ ARRRRGhhhhhhhhhHHHHH !     Fuck me sirrrrrr . Your fucking meeeeee ,” she squealed again.

  Several minutes later we came together.   Her orgasm expended she fell flat to the table breathing heavily. I fell over her and lay on her back several minutes until my cock slowly shrunk and fell out from between her legs.

  “Stand up Kimber ”, I said as I stood up.   “It’s time to see the rest of your package”.   As Kimberley obediently stood up her dress fell back in place.   I reached up and unzipped it, then stood back.   “Now, drop the dress”.

  Standing with her back to me Kimber reached up to her shoulders and pushed the dress off. It fell to the floor leaving her naked.   She started to turn. “Stop,” I demanded.  

  Kimber froze.   In shock I stared at the curves now revealed before me.   Those prim and baggy clothes had been hiding a gorgeous body.   I reached up and turned her to face me.   She briefly looked at me as she turned then looked down clearly embarrassed.   The front was even better than the back.   Standing before me was a perfect body replica of Halle Berry with darker skin.  

 
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It had taken me a week to prepare for the hike.   As we got out of the car I looked over at Kimberley .   I had commanded her to let me search her wardrobe to ensure she was dressed for the occasion. She wore a tight pair of gym shorts which she had never worn before because she considered them too small. On top she wore a white blouse which had been cut short at the mid-rift and tied in a knot below her breasts.   Only a couple of buttons where done up. The one concession was giving her sandals to wear since we had a ways to go into the bush.   She no longer was allowed to wear underwear around me unless I specifically gave her a pair.

  I shouldered my pack and handed her hers and led her down the trail.   It was a bright warm sunny afternoon.   Thirty minutes later we branched off the trail and walked through the woods to a small open meadow.   In the centre was a tree felled years ago by lightning.   Its trunk rose ten feet then had fell ninety degrees to the ground. The small branches where gone. The fallen trunk forked into two smaller branches three feet above the ground.   I reached in my pocket and pulled out a remote control and pressed several buttons. Several lights flashed on the remote.   Kimberly watched but said nothing.

  Turning to her I dropped my pack and told Kimber to drop hers.   She watched me open the pack and remove four leather straps with metal rings attached.   I handed them to her and told her to put them on, one for each ankle and wrist.   She put them on and let me inspect them to ensure they were snug.   I guided her over to the fork in the tree.   From the pack I took a rope and attached one end to her left wrist ring.   She watched as I pulled the rope through another ring embedded in the tree trunk four feet above the fork.   Pulling the rope her arms rose up the branch above her head.   I pulled some more until her body stood between the fork then tied the rope to the right wrist ring.

  “Bowen”, Kimberley stammered. “What …..”  

  “No talking.   No questions.   The only sounds I want to hear out of your lips today are moans and screams of pleasure. You’re free to move as much as your restraints allow you”

  I reached into the pack and brought out two more ropes. One each was fasted to each ankle then was tied to the outer forks of the fallen branch.   The affect was to spread Kimberley ’s legs almost a yard apart.   Helplessly tied she watched.   I reached into the pack again and brought out a tube of massage oil.   Rubbing a generous amount onto my palms I started to rub her legs from the ankles up. When I reached her shorts I let my fingers slip under the edges ensuring they contacted pubic hair in the process.   Kimberley moved slightly and moaned softly each time my fingers brushed under her shorts.

  After her legs I applied more oil and rubbed her open back above the shorts.   My fingers slid up her back and under her shirt.   Appling more oil I reached around her waist and rubbed her stomach. This time instead of rubbing under her shirt I undid her buttons while standing behind her and then reached in to rub her breasts.  

  “ Ohhhhhhhh ,” Kimber moaned.   Her nipples hardened under my grip and though I could not see them I knew they were standing at attention.   I completed her massage by adding more oil to both palms, then standing behind her using one hand to rub her tits while the other snaked down her shorts between her legs.

  “Do not orgasm until I say you’re allowed”.   She moaned a reply while pushing her hips back into my body in vain attempt to pull away from my hand inside her shorts. I stepped back and pulled out a large vibrator from the bag.   Then I walked around to stand beside her and showed her it.

  “Today Kimberley , you will cum for me, many times. You will say nothing, but you will be vocal for me.”   I rubbed my hand up and down the vibrator to lubricate it slightly then turned it on to let her hear its hum.

  “Look at me Kimber .” She turned her head to me.   “Look me in the eyes, I want to see you.”    She nodded and stared at me.   I lowered the vibrator and placed it over her shorts directly between her legs.   I held her eyes with mine while I ran the vibrator repeatedly over the thin shorts covering her pussy.   When I reached up and cupped a breast in my hand and begin rubbing her nipples her lips parted with a loud moan.   I started moving the vibrator up and down the length of her clit and her eyes began to loose focus.

  Smiling I ignored her transgression.   The vibrator was pulled away and her head slumped and her body shook briefly.   I moved behind her and knelt down.   Her ass was immediately in front of me and I could smell her wet aroma.  

  “ OHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh , ”. Kimber screeched.   I had pulled aside her shorts to reveal her pink pussy lips and slid the vibrator several inches inside her rapidly.   Now she was moving her hips up and down screeching more as I pushed it in and out and dialed up the vibrator level.

“You may cum now. Cum Kimber …. cum hard.”   I pushed the vibrator deeper and began to slide it in and out rapidly. Kimbers hips bucked up and down in a vain attempt to follow the in out motions of the vibrator.

  “Oh, oh … ohhhh . mmmmmmmmmMMMM ,”   she moaned.   I added one more twist to the vibrator by rotating it as I plunged in and out. She screamed and came hard, withering and bucking on the vibrator.   Her head fell between her arms and she slumped.   I dialed the vibrater mode down to low and left the vibrator deep in her pussy.

  With the vibrator still going I reached into my pocket and pulled out a knife.   Carefully I cut away her shorts until she was naked from the waist down.   It was midday and getting hotter. Kimbers body was wet from exertion and the body oil I had covered her with from the massage.   I pulled a water bottle from the pack and drank.   When my thirst was quenched I offered her some which she gulped greedily.   I poured the remainder of the bottle of water down her open shirt watching the water flow between her breasts.   Effectively it became a wet t shirt.

  I pulled the vibrator from her cunt and released the clips holding her ankles.   Kimber watched while I turned her body to face away from the tree trunk and refastened each ring to the opposite branch.   Now she was facing me her breasts still contained by the knot in the shirt.   A few more quick slices of my knife and the knot feel free.   Leaning over I took her one nipple in my mouth and began to suck. After a few minutes I switched to the other.

  A few minutes later I stood back. She watched me as I removed all my clothes.   My cock had been hard since the start of our games.   I walked up to her and stood between her spread legs where I guided my cock across her pussy lips. Kimber arched her back and tried to mount me.   When she failed she let out a frustrated wail.   She lifted her head and tried pouting to coax me back.   I laughed and stepped up pushing her body back on the fork in the tree.   With no place to go, her legs opened wide and her arms above her head she was totally available to my hard cock.   I guided it to her pussy again but this time leaned forward and drove it deep between her legs.  

  “ Uhhhmmmm ,” was the response.   Slowly I began pumping in and out.   We both looked down and watched my white cock sliding in and out of her dark pussy.   I leaned forward and grabbed both tits cupping them in my hands while I continued to thrust in and out.   At the height of my strokes Kimber’s feet would lift off the ground impaling her weight on my cock.   I could feel her pussy grip tighten each time I pulled back as she tried to hold me inside.

  “Now it’s my turn to cum Kimber .   My turn to fill you. Do you want it now?   Do you want my cum ?”

  “Huh, huhhhh ” she groaned.

  “You can talk now,” I replied.   I began to thrust in and out faster and harder pushing her back into the tree with each thrust.   “Do you want my cum ? ”

  “ Yessssss ,” Kimber wailed.   “Fuck me please sir.   Fill me with your cu… ARRGHHHH”.   Kimbers voice broke into a wail as my cock began to unload in her belly.   Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed inside her and I finally pinned her to the tree with my cock as deep in her as I could reach.   We held together shaking and shivering as my cock unloaded.   I reached over her head with my knife and cut the rope.   Her hands fell down over my shoulders and she kissed me over and over until my cock slipped out.

  I released her legs and gave her some spare clothes I had packed.   Then I got dressed myself.   From my pocket I pulled the remote control and hit another button. Lights went off.

  “Sir, what is that for?” Kimber asked. I smiled and told her to pack all the ropes and restraints.   While she packed I retrieved the four camera’s I had hid at different angles nearby. Finally I reached up and retrieved the microphone hidden just above the ring on the tree.

  Kimber looked at me but said nothing. I promised she would get the first look at the finished product.

 
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A week later Kimber and I sat and watched the edited product.   After that we fucked like animals.   A week after that   Kimber was transferred to our west coast office.   I called her up yesterday and gave her a list of items and clothes she needed to buy before I flew in to visit for the weekend.   In the meantime I still can watch the video.

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My wife has always had a bit of a “thing” for Arab and Asian men. I put this down to her having worked in India for several years before we met. She lost her virginity to an Indian doctor and for a while thought that she was pregnant by him. this may explain later events.

It was a hot sticky day as only English summer days can be, when my wife and I strolled out on the promenade of an English coastal resort The mother-in-law had given us a break from our two young children. my wife was wearing a green sundress, which was a bit too low cut for my liking, but my young wife teased me for being a fuddy duddy. I ought to point out at this point that I am eight years younger than my wife and as an Anglican clergyman I admit to being old fashioned in my views.

We noticed an Arab - a young man who seemed to approach a number of young women who walked off abruptly. apparently offended.
My wife said “Reginald -that’s terrible-it’s no way to treat a guest in our country-we should take a stand against racial prejudice!.We must welcome the young man”. “Quite right my dear !” I exclaimed.

We approached the young Arab and offered him a seat at the outdoor restaurant By the quayside.As we sat down. I saw to my horror that my wife’s suntop had been pulled right down, exposing nearly all of her generously endowed breasts-except for the nipples. I realised at once that this could not be by accident. I then noticed that as my wife sat down she peeled back the dress to expose an ample acreage of thigh.

The young Arab-Abdul from Alexandria also noticed my wife’s behaviour and stared hard at her ample bosom. Much to my alarm I noticed that my wife stared back at Abdul and licked her lips. Quite out of character I blurted out that many English people regarded Arabs as great lovers. “But it is true sir, the English are a cool race”. but leering at my wife, “or at least the men are”. He then defiantly placed his hand on my wife’s unresisting and well exposed thigh. Nonsense, I said, there’s no evidence”

The Arab then invited us back to his hotel room for drinks. I had a few too may and harped back to his challenge. “Lets put it to the test” said my wife. “Alright”. ii exclaimed grumpily - I must admit to being a bit turned on by the demon drink. The Arab produced a coin. “We will toss or her”! The coin came up with the Queen’s head and I had called tails.

The Arab pounced upon my wife before I could say anything further. He contemptuously pulled off her panties, smelled them deeply and put them in his pocket. “Souvenir” he said. He then pulled off the sundress to reveal my wife’s large breasts and bushy regions. To my alarm I noticed that moisture had trickled down her thighs. She was red faced, breathless and obviously highly aroused.

The Arab then stripped of his T shirt and white slacks to reveal a dark smooth skin which seemed to have been anointed with oil. He then pulled down his boxer shorts. I gasped in dismay and my wife groaned. The Egyptian was possessed of a gigantic black cock easily well over a foot in length. Like most Moslems he had been circumcised and the head bulged and glistened. Even before half of this gigantic cock had entered her my wife came violently. I suddenly came round from my paralysis. “Wait, shouldn’t you be using a condom or something?” “Not now Charles! “,snapped my wife, her brain stifled by wave after wave of multiple orgasms. Finally the Arab ceased his rogering. leaving my wife oozing in his generous cum.

“Your turn” said Abdul smirking.Much too my alarm I found that I could not get an erection - his gigantic shaft made me feel a boy among men. A few minutes later I pleaded some excuses and left them at it. My wife returned the next morning saying that they had had it eight times and that she had never felt more satisfied. Abdul had insisted on taking her panties as a souvenir and joked that he hoped that he had not left a souvenir of his own.

Six weeks later my wife discovered that she was pregnant.I had a vasectomy three years before. Although a vicar I did not believe that this was a miracle. Sure enough, in due course my wife was delivered of a dark skinned and obviously Arab baby- although she herself is a blonde. The bishop helped of course by moving us to a new parish in West Yorkshire. Unfortunately its has lots of single Asian males working in the textile mills. My wife insist on taking baby Ali out in the pushchair dressed in a very short black micro skirt and low cut blouse. She also sys that she has given up wearing panties and bras as she likes to feel the air on her skin. I have entirely lost confidence as a husband and have become impotent. Meanwhile, my wife is getting a lot of attention from the local Asian males and Abdul is asking to pay a paternal visit.

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