Alan and Lynn had lived in their ranch-style suburban home since they were married almost two years ago. Before they were married, they lived in downtown Chicago and had grown weary of the chaos and crime, so they had specifically sought out a more tranquil environment to begin their lived together. Their house was on the corner, bound on three sides by streets and an alley and the house next door remained vacant, which added to the sense of serenity. Their sense of solitude was interrupted when a moving van pulled up to the neighboring house.
Alan was at work in the city while the movers carried out their tasks, first stacking boxes in the driveway, and then moving furniture into the house. Curious about the new neighbor, Lynn peeked out the windows of her home, moving to different rooms for alternate perspectives, but she didn’t spot the new occupant, only the movers busily shuffling the cargo about. About midday, a black BMW pulled into the driveway and Lynn craned her neck to catch a glimpse of the occupant before she disappeared inside. She appeared to petite, Asian, with long black hair. When Lynn wasn’t paying attention, the woman slipped away in her car. Lynn wouldn’t see her new neighbor again for almost a week.
By the time Alan returned from work, the movers had completed their work, and there was no outward evidence that they had a new neighbor. It was customary for Alan and Lynn to sit for a cocktail before dinner. Alan almost always had whiskey sour, and Lynn generally had a glass of white wine. Cocktail Hour was a chance for Alan to unwind from work and for the two of them to catch up. Lynn shared the news, that they had a new neighbor.
Lynn had practically forgotten about the neighbor until she saw the black BMW in the driveway late one afternoon. Taking the opportunity to introduce herself, Lynn grabbed a bottle of Rose from the fridge and walked next door. No one answered the door right away when Lynn rang the doorbell. She had turned around to leave when she heard the door open. Spinning around, Lynn was face-to-face with an Asian woman dressed in leather. Her neighbor’s garment contrasted sharply with Lynn’s suburban uniform, a white blouse and a green checkered skirt. “Hello, I am your neighbor Lynn!” The woman smiled and opened the storm door, “Hi, I am Mai.” Lynn held out the bottle of wine and Mai thanked her as she took hold of it. “Come in, please. You will have to forgive the mess as I am not yet completely moved in.”
Mai showed Lynn into the living room, then disappeared into what Lynn assumed was the kitchen before returning with two wine glasses. During the short time Mai was away, Lynn noted the house was far more organized than her own, despite Mai’s suggestion that it was still a mess. As she opened the bottle of wine, Mai apologized for not coming to the door right away. “I was working.” Lynn asked if Mai worked from home, and she said yes, usually. Naturally, Lynn was deeply curious about Mai’s employment, but she didn’t want to appear to be nosey.
Mai asked Lynn about her life. She explained she was married and she and Alan were comparative newlyweds, they had only been married less than two years. Lynn explained they were still getting to know each other. The conversation turned to Mai. She explained she had inherited the house from her grandmother who had passed away. The grandmother had been in a retirement home for a couple of years, which is why the house had been vacant. Like Lynn, Mai had lived in the city prior to moving to the suburbs. Lynn couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer and she asked what Mai did for work. Mai said mater-of-factly, “I’m a professional dominatrix, Lynn.”
Lynn was largely ignorant of the whole BDSM world and she naturally had many questions. She leaned over and refilled Mai’s glass and her own before launching a barrage of questions. Mai smiled. She was obviously comfortable talking about her work and even seemed to enjoy educating Lynn. Mai explained how she dominated men for money. Lynn wanted to know if she worked on-line, whether she used a webcam. Mai explained, no, she usually worked in-person. Lynn didn’t know if she should ask the obvious question but did anyway. “What work were you doing then I showed up this afternoon.” Mai asked Lynn if she wanted to see. Lynn nodded yes.
Lynn followed Mai to the back of the house. Standing in front of a closed door, Mai asked for consent, “There is a naked man behind this door. Are you comfortable with that?” Lynn could not resist and she said it would be okay. Mai opened the door and the two women stepped inside the room. The room was equipped as a dungeon. In the middle of the room was a piece of furniture that looked like sawhorse to which a naked man was strapped. The man had a leather hood over his head that appeared to incorporate a gag. “Don’t worry, Lynn. He cannot see or hear us.” Lynn had never seen anything like it in her life. She motioned that she wanted to return to the living room.
There were still so many unanswered questions, but Lynn was overwhelmed, and Alan would be home soon. The two women finished their second glass of wine while talking about other subjects, but before departing, Lynn asked if she could visit again. She really wanted to learn more about the BDSM world. Mai was gracious and suggested they have a routine “girls day” and suggested the same time each week, Tuesdays at 3:00. Lynn hugged her newly-made friend before leaving. The leather suit felt strange. As Lynn walked across the yard back home, she noticed a strange car across the street, a white SUV, which she assumed belonged to the naked man in Mai’s dungeon.
During their Happy Hour, Lynn did not imbibe, having already consumed two glasses of wine during her day-drinking adventure with Mai. She mentioned meeting their new neighbor but didn’t say anything about her kink. However, the subject was introduced into their conversation when Lynn, out of the blue, she asked Alan, “How do you feel about spanking, I mean in the bedroom?” Alan almost choked. Their sex life had been mostly vanilla up to now. Spicing it up meant doing it doggie style. Alan asked if Lynn wanted to be spanked. Lynn didn’t answer his question directly and instead simply suggested it would be fun to experiment in the bedroom.
The next few days were unremarkable. Lynn and Mai ran into each other a few times and they each simply acknowledged they were looking forward to the next “girls day.” Alan did not meet Mai that week. Their schedules seemed to be quite different. Lynn took notice of new vehicles that parked near Mai’s house. No unexpected vehicles were seen during the day, but several different cars were seen at night and occasionally she would see people, apparently men, walk from the cars to Mai’s house and back again. The men would stay one or two hours.
Come Tuesday, Lynne noticed the white SUV was across the street about 1:30, although she did not know how long it had been there. At 3:00, Lynn grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay out of the fridge. Mai didn’t take as long to answer the door when Lynn rang the bell. She was once again wearing a black leather outfit. They gave each other a hug at the door and Lynn followed Mai to the living room.
The conversation picked up from where it had left off the week before. Lynn asked if the man who owned the white SUV was in the dungeon. Mai confirmed that he was. Lynn asked how long he visited her. She said he visited every Tuesday for the entire afternoon. Lynn was very curious what Mai did to the man, but was uncertain if she should ask. Before she could frame the question, Mai offered to show Lynn how she “worked” with the man. Lynn was indeed very curious and jumped at the chance to learn more. Mai explained she would hurt the man and sex might be involved, and she asked if Lynn was okay with that. Lynn reflected for a moment, then nodded yes.
Standing in front of the dungeon, Mai reminded Lynn the man would be naked. Lynn nodded in agreement. Mai asked Lynn not to speak and Lynn nodded in agreement again. The man was bound to a X-shaped cross, a St. Andrews Cross she would learn later, with his backside exposed. He was wearing the same leather hood he wore the week before. Mai walked up to the man and removed patches on the hood that covered his ears. She also removed a patch at the mouth, which was integral to a ball-shaped gag. The man could now speak and hear, but his eyes were still covered. “I like to hear you squeal when I hurt you bitch.” Lynn was taken aback by Mai’s savage words and forceful tone. Lyn took a stance in the dark corner of the room and watched intently.
Mia walked over to a wall from which were hung dozens of things to cause pain, including whips, floggers, paddles, belts, canes, crops, etc. She selected what appeared to be a bull whip. Lynn grew up on a ranch, and she recognized the thong, fall, and a cracker. Mai paced off steps from the man, turned, and cracked the whip twice. The man’s body shuttered each time the whip made a sound. Mia ordered the man to sound out the blows. Crack! One! The whip had struck the man’s left buttocks and had drawn blood, leaving a vertical stripe. Crack! Two! The numbers were screamed out. The second blow had been delivered to the right buttocks in precisely the same position as the one that have been delivered to the left. A drop of blood tricked down the butt cheek. Mia would strike the man two more times, but horizonal both times, to leave cross-shaped bloody welts on the man’s ass.
The man appeared to be whimpering while Mia returned the whip to the wall. When she returned to the man, she whispered something in his ear. The man responded by speaking clearly, “Thank you, Ma’am.” Lynn was transfixed, hardly taking time to blink her eyes. She had never seen anything like what she was witnessing. Mia unbuckled the straps that bound the man’s wrists and ankles. When the man turned around, Lynn naturally focused her eyes on his groin, but instead of seeing a penis and testicles, there was a shiny metal cage. Lynn had heard of chastity devices, but had not even seen a picture of one, much less seen a real one on a real man’s dick. Lynn only caught a glimpse of the cage, because the man instinctively dropped to his knees and adopted a submissive stance after turning around.
Mia tapped the man’s shoulder, and he stood up, then she guided him to a piece of furniture that was clearly designed specifically for BDSM. The enfettered bench restrained the man in a doggie position. The part of the furniture that bound the man’s legs was articulated, and Mia cranked the device until the man’s legs were spread apart. Lynn’s eyes were focused on the man’s ass, and specifically the guys caged genitals, which hung comically between the man’s legs. Mia adjusted a light to illuminated the man’s ass. Lynn stepped out the darkness and walked around the man, marveling at the ingenuity of the furniture design.
Lynn was so focused on the man, she didn’t notice Mia had revisited the wall. When Lynn looked up, she was wearing a strap-on. Lynn had never used a dildo, but she had seen plenty of them, but she had never seen a strap-on, which she thought looked sexy on Mia. Lynn was so focused on the strap-on, it didn’t even occur to her what was about to happen next.
Mia stepped behind the man, slapped his butt, and started pushing the dido into his ass. The man screeched as she pressed forward until her hips were flush with his butt cheeks, then she pulled most of the way out, and forced it in again. Grabbing his hips with both hands, Mia started pounding the dildo in and out of the man’s ass. She was fucking him. Lynn was of course aware of such things, but she had no first-hand experience, and she was surprised how erotic she found it.
Lynn crouched in a position where she could watch the dildo slide in and out of the man’s rectum. Mia spoke to the man as she pegged him. “Are you going to cum for me, slut?” After about fifteen minutes the man started groaning. “That’s right bitch, show me your sissygasm.” The man started bucking in his constraints and Lynn observed semen dribble from the man’s cage. Mia continued fucking the man for several minutes, then slapped his butt as she withdrew her dildo. Unstrapping her dildo, she let the strap-on drop to the floor. Walking past Lynn, Mia said, “Let’s go finish our wine.”
Mia sat on the couch and patted the cushion, suggesting she wanted Lynn to sit next to her. Before she could sit down, Mia had poured two glasses of wine. Lynn was speechless. Mia put her hand on Lynn’s thigh when she sat next to her. Lynn chugged half a glass of wine and composed herself enough to ask, “Did that man have an orgasm?” Mia smiled. “Not exactly. I’ve had his cock in a cage for more than a year. He experiences anal orgasms when I peg him, which I do about once a month.” Lynn couldn’t muster any more questions. She sat quietly sipping her wine as Mia rubbed her thigh, occasionally hiking her skirt up suggestively. When Lynn finished her wine, she said she had to go meet Alan. She thanked Mia for her hospitality. Mia walked Lynn to the door, kissed her on the lips and said, “Next week?” Lynne smiled and nodded her head yes.
Lynn made an excuse to skip Cocktail Hour with Alan. “I have to finish getting dinner ready.” The rest of their evening was quiet. Alan was wondering what was going on with his wife, but didn’t press the matter. The next morning, Lynn seemed “normal”, so he wrote off her behavior the evening before as an anomaly.
Off and on the rest of the week, Lynn thought about what she had witnessed in Mia’s dungeon. It was all so erotic. She was embarrassed that it turned her on. She imagined she was the one wearing the strap-on. She had been fucked her whole life. What must it be like to be the person on top in a sexual relationship. Lynn loved Alan, but there really had not been red-hot sex since early in their relationship.
The next time they had sex, Lynn was more assertive. She insisted Alan go down on her until she experienced an orgasm, then she picked the position they fucked, cowgirl, a new position for them, one in which she was on top and in control. Alan sort of liked his wife’s new-found enthusiasm for sex. As they laid together, Lynn imagined pegging her husband. He should feel what is liked to be fucked, she thought.
The next Tuesday, Lynn sat with Mia in her living room, day drinking and conversing. Lynn shared her experience in the bedroom with Alan. Lynn asked Mia how she got into the business, how many clients she had, if it were profitable, and if all of the sessions were like the one she observed. Lynn soaked up the information Mia provided, but what she really wanted to know is how she got men to submit to her. Mia was a slight woman and the guy she fucked looked twice her weight. “All men want to be fucked.”, was Mia’s answer.
Lynn hadn’t even noticed if the white SUV was parked out front. “Is he here?”, she asked. “Every Tuesday afternoon.” Mia replied. “Have you fucked him?” Mia said she hadn’t, at least not yet. Then, Mia said something that would change Lynn’s life. “You want to fuck him?” Lynn thought about it. She certainly was curious. But, would it be cheating on Alan? Mia suggested what she did was sex work, but it was not sex, at least not for her. She delivered a service. It was business. Lynn agreed to try it.
The guy was already strapped to the furniture. Mia handed Lynn the strap-on, which she struggled to put on. Eventually, she gave up. It was simply too small. Lynn and Mia returned to the living room. Lynn was still holding the strap-on when they returned to their glasses of wine. Mia suggested Lynn might be able to fit the strap-on around her waist if she took her skirt off. Lynn took off her skirt. Standing in front of Mia in a pair of thong panties, Lynn tried to buckle the strap-on around her waist, but it still would not fit. “I suppose you’ll need to get your own.
Lynn sat down on the couch, without putting her skirt back on. Mia suggested she was overdressed, and she stripped off her leather outfit. She was only wearing a pair of bikini panties underneath. Lynn stared at Mia’s body as she sat down next to her. She realized then she was going to cheat on Alan, but not with a guy. Lynn leaned over and kissed Mia’s lips, the leaned over further and kissed one of her nipples before she removed her blouse and bra. The two women sat together practically naked, except for their panties. “I suppose it is really girl’s day now.”, quipped Mia.
Mia gently pushed Lynn backwards onto the couch and straddled her hips before she started French kissing her. Lynn held Mia’s ass in both hands and pulled her closer. After several minutes of making out, Mia slipped down, pulled Lynn’s panties aside, and she began to perform cunnilingus. Mia was much better at licking pussy than Alan was and before long Lynn was close to an orgasm. Mia sensed this and stopped licking. Standing up, Mia took off her panties and slipped on her strap-on. Lynn just caught a brief glimpse of Mia’s pussy, which was clean shaven. Mia returned to Lynn and pulled off her panties. Lynn’s pussy was also shaven, but she had left a small tuff of hair just above her clit.
“How do you want me to fuck you, Lynn?” Lynn rolled over into a doggie position and Mia positioned herself behind her. Unlike the dude, Mia was gentle, first licking Lynn’s pussy again, and then briefly licking her anus, before she started slowly slipping the dildo into Lynn’s pussy. The dildo was much larger than Alan’s cock and it stretched Lynn’s pussy as it entered. Mai leaned forward and asked how it felt. With a labored breath, Lynn said, “Fantastic. Fuck me hard, please.” Mia proceeded to fuck Lynn for the better part of thirty minutes, during which time Lynn experienced two earth-shattering orgasms. When Mia was finished, Lynn’s legs were quivering, and she could not stand. It was the first time Lynn had ever experienced an orgasm while being fucked. Mia laid beside her on the couch until the orgasm had subsided, then whispered in her ear, “You owe me two orgasms.” Lynn turned over and kissed Mia. It wasn’t a peck on the lips, but a deep, sensual kiss.
Lynn had to rush off to meet Alan. She stepped inside her house just as Alan rounded the corner. She smelled like sex. Her panties were soaking wet and there was even a large wet spot on the front of skirt. Lynn managed to shower (a cold shower) and slip something on before Alan walked through the front door. Lynn met Alan at the door and while kissing him wondered if he could taste Mia on her breath. She thought, “God, if I had licked her pussy, he certainly would have.” Alan and Lynn had a “normal” Cocktail Hour and later that evening, Lynn gave Alan a blowjob, something she rarely did, because she was frightened that he would feel she’d been stretched out.
Later in the week, Lynn and Alan had sex again. Before intercourse, Lynn encouraged Alan to get on top of him in the 69 position. Lynn took Alan’s dick in her mouth and Alan reciprocated by beginning to lick her pussy. As Alan began to swell, Lynn reached up and touched Alan’s anus. It was the first time anyone had touch him there and he flinched, but Lynn continued sucking him, distracting him, while still playing with his asshole. Alan had never cum in his wife’s mouth, but he was close to doing that. Alan started fucking his wife’s mouth as he approached orgasm. Lynn penetrated his anus and pushed her finger deep into his rectum. Lynn was finger fucking Alan’s ass. Just as Alan was about to explode, Lynn pulled his cock out of her mouth. Alan was too excited to stop himself, and his semen spilled out onto the pillow as Lynn continued to thrust her finger in and out of his ass.
Lynn told Mia what had happened at the next girl’s day. Mia laughed. “You know what that is called? A ruined orgasm. You ruined your husband’s orgasm. That is the first step towards denying his pleasure altogether.” Lynn had never had a “victory” in bedroom battles before. She had always been used as a tool. An object to satisfy the man she was with. It was rewarding that she had exhibited some level of domination over her husband. Mia said, “I was hoping you’d lick my pussy today, but we should celebrate your victory.” Mia produced a gift, wrapped in white paper with a silver ribbon. “For me, Mia?” Mia smiled as Lynn opened the package. It was a leather strap-on.
Recalling that she “owed” Mia an orgasm, Lynn offered to use the strap-on on her, but Mia had another plan. “It’s time for Benjamin to be milked again.” Lynn didn’t know what the guy’s name was. “Is he in the dungeon, Mia?” Mia smiled, took Lynn’s hand, and led her to the dungeon. Benjamin was bound to the enfettered bench. Lynn was afraid she’d soil her clothes. Since Benjamin was blindfolded, she stripped naked before putting on the strap-on. Mia whispered in Lynn’s ear, “You can talk to him, just don’t use your real name.”
Lynn stood silently behind Benjamin for a full ten minutes before she engaged him. First touching his ass, then drawing her hand along his spine until her hand was around his neck, Lynn kneeled down and whispered in the man’s ear, “I am Madam Natasha.” Stepping back between his legs, Lynn noticed that Benjamin’s ass had faint X-shaped scars where Mia had whipped him. Lynn slapped his right ass cheek. She marveled how her handprint appeared in red. Reaching over to the left cheek, she gouged her nails deeply into the skin and drew it across to leave marks that looked like he had been attacked by an animal.
Looking down at the huge dildo between her legs, so noted it was even larger than the one Mia had used on her. It was four times bigger than Alan’s. It was power. She was about to violate a stranger. She was about to violate him violently. That man’s ass represented an adult lifetime of sexual repression. Lynn did nothing to prepare the man, verbally or physically, before she targeted Benjamin’s asshole with her massive cock. With one thrust forward, she planted her cock deep in his rectum. Benjamin screamed as Lynn fucked his ass sadistically. A half hour later, clear fluid dribbled from the cock cage and blood dripped from Lynn’s cock. Lynn turned with a look of horror on her face-to-face Mia and she smiled.
Lynn reflected on what she had done. She was simultaneously stimulated by BDSM and ashamed that she was sexually aroused by fucking a guy’s ass until it bled. Lynn also thought about Mia. The very best sex she ever had was when she was fucked by Mia’s strap-on. She had not had sex with Alan since she ruined his orgasm and fucked his ass with her finger. By Friday morning she was exceedingly horny. Mid-morning, she put on some sexy underwear and made her way to Mai’s doorstep. When Mia answered the door, Mia sheepishly asked if she was intruding. Mia invited Lynn inside, and without even closing the door, she began undressing Lynn. With only her panties remaining, Mia kneeled in from of Lynn, slowly lowered the underwear and kissed her pussy. Lynn’s cunt was already dripping wet.
Mia closed the door and Lynn followed her to what she would learn was her bedroom. Lynn was surprised that Mia’s bedroom was soft and lacy, in sharp contrast to the dungeon. Mia removed her clothes seductively. In contrast to the leather outfit she wore on Tuesday, Mia wore a tight silk black dress with a slit up the side that almost showed her shear panties. When she removed her dress, Mia slit was clearly visible through her panties and her dark nipples were obvious through the bra. Mia’s breasts were small, an A, but her nipples protruded. They were like spikes, and Mia pinched them immediately after she removed her bra. Similarly, she touched herself after she removed her panties, drawing her index finger up her slit, pausing at her clit to flick it.
Mia was the first to get in bed. She positioned herself at the middle of the headboard and spread her legs. Lynn confessed she had never slept with a woman before. Mia smiled and told her to do to her what she would want to be done to her. “It’s the Golden Rule, Lynn.” For the first time in Lynn life, she realized that parity in the bedroom was only possible for people of the same sex. Lynn positioned herself between Mia’s legs, placed her hands on her thighs, and pushed her legs up and further apart, causing her labia to spread, exposing her clitoris and gapping her vagina. Lynn used her tongue to circle the clit and then sucked it. Mia was clearly enjoying the attention. Lynn practiced tongue-fucking Mia’s vagina, then returned to focus on her clit while inserting first one and then two fingers in Mia’s cunt. With a hither-to motion, she massaged the backside of her clit while licking, sucking, and flicking Mia’s clit with her tongue. Within minutes, Mia experienced her first orgasm. It was different than the orgasms Lynn experienced. Mia’s abdomen undulated up and down and urine dribbled from her urethra. Thick mucus also flowed from Mia’s vagina, and Lynn lapped it up. It was the first time she had tasted a woman. In fact, she was not at all certain what she tasted like. But what she knew for certain is that she very much preferred the taste of a woman than a man.
Lynn and Mia laid embracing each other for perhaps half an hour. In fact, they may have dozed. Eventually, Mia got up. She returned ten minutes later with two flutes containing mimosas. The two women sat naked with their backs propped against the headboard, sipping the mimosas. Half-way through their drinks, Lynn leaned over and kissed Mia’s belly and then planted her lips around her left nipple. Mia’s nipple was unnaturally erect. It was almost like an erect penis. Lynn sucked it like it was a cock while bobbing her head back and forth. Mia leaned back, obviously aroused.
Mia clearly wanted another orgasm, and Lynn had not yet had one. Mia pulled Lynn from her nipple with an audible pop and started French kissing her. They both began touching each other’s genitalia. Mia whispered in Lynn’s ear, “Have you ever scissored?” Lynn had a puzzled look on her face, so Mia took the lead by positioning herself until their legs crossed and their clits were rubbing against each other. Lynn had never experienced such close contact with another woman. It was different than licking her pussy. They were equal partners in each other’s pleasure. I was more intimate sex than she had ever had with a man. Fifteen minutes later Mia experienced an orgasm. Mia finished Lynn off with her mouth.
The two women spent the rest of the morning, first by taking a bath together, then latter on the patio with a pitcher of mimosas and a tray of lox and creamed cheese on toasted bagels. They mostly talked about life, but towards the end, they talked about Lynn’s sex life at home. Lynn fantasized about dominating her husband. She wanted him to feel what it was like to be fucked. She wanted to peg him. She wanted Mia to peg him. Mia agreed to help her realize her sexual fantasy.
When Alan came home that evening, Lynn joined him for cocktails. After a few minutes of banter, Lynn blindsided Alan but asking if he enjoyed it when she played with his ass. Alan was obvious embarrassed by the incident. He shrugged his shoulders. “I enjoyed fingering you while sucking your cock. Would you like me to do that again?” Alan mostly heard the cock-sucking part and smiled. “Take your clothes off, Honey.” Alan was obviously shocked by how direct Lynn was. “Will you do a strip-tease for me?” Alan felt uncomfortable. He wasn’t even a very good dancer, but he did remove his clothes. Alan stood naked in front of his fully clothed wife.
“Turn around. Show me your pretty ass.” Alan spun around in place. Lynn stepped up behind him and rubbed his right butt cheek while whispering, “I love your ass. It’s sexy. Bend over for me.” Lynn placed the palm of her hand between his shoulder blades and encouraged him to lean over until his hands were firmly planted against a wall, Lynn stepped to his right side, and she started stroking Alan’s swelling cock. As the same time, she ran her left hand down the crack of his ass until her index finger was touched his anus. “I like touching you here.” She pressed her finger in and out, causing Alan’s anus to pucker.
Alan chose to focus on the hand job his wife was giving him, the first she had ever given him, rather than the emasculation of having his anus penetrated. Soon he was rock hard and his wife’s finger was planted deeply in his rectum. “Sit down on the couch. Hold your legs up for me.” Lynn kneeled between Alan’s legs and continued to stroke him. She reinserted her index finger, massaging his prostrate. “Don’t cum for me yet, Alan.” When Alan came close to ejaculating, Lynn would slow the strokes. The head of Alan’s penis was bright red, and it had become extremely sensitive.
Lynn tugged at Alan’s rectum and stretched his anus with her index finger before forcing a second finger into him. She was fucking him with her index and middle finger. She was barely touching his cock. She ran a finger along the length of his erection and the cock spasmed at the edge of exploding, but instead of encouraging him to cum, Lynn squeezed Alan’s balls hard enough that it was painful. Alan’s body quivered. “Please let me cum.” Lynn felt empowered by the begging. “Not yet.” Letting go of his balls, Lynn continued to tease Alan’s cock while thrusting the two fingers in and out and twisting them left and right.
Alan started dribbling semen and Lynn stopped paying attention to his penis as it waved back and forth, stiff as a steel rod. Alan moaned as a steady flow of semen flowed down Alan’s stiff cock. Lynn withdrew her fingers, lightly scooped up the semen, and used it to lubricate a third finger, which she forced into Alan’s ass. Alan’s penis started to shrivel. A moment later, Alan’s penis was smaller than it normally was when flaccid. “Would you like to be fucked, Alan?” Alan did not feel like he had an orgasm. He was frustrated. He also misunderstood what his wife was asking him. She wasn’t asking him if he wanted to fuck her, she was asking if she could fuck him. She understood the ambiguity of her question and smiled when Alan nodded yet. “Good. Dinner time?” Lynn stood up and walked into the kitchen. Alan remained on the couch, naked, stick cum pooled around his penis, and a sore butt.
This was twice in a row that Alan’s orgasms had been ruined. He wanted to complain that he wasn’t enjoying the sex, but he couldn’t find the words. In the meantime, that morning, Lynn had enjoyed of the best sex of her life. Sunday morning, Lynn proposed a “date night”. That evening, she prepared a romantic meal, set a candle-lit table, she put on sexy dress, and put on makeup, capped off with fuck-me-red lipstick. Alan saw Lynn getting ready and followed suit by dressing nicely. Lynn had made special drinks for the evening and Lynn was flirtatious during Cocktail Hour. It had been almost two weeks since he had a real orgasm, and Alan was exceedingly sexually frustrated. At one point she uncrossed her legs to flash her husband Basic Instinct-style. Lynn noticed a bulge in Alan’s pants, “Are you hard for me Alan? I’m looking forward to fucking you later.”
Lynn continued to sexually tease Alan during dinner. She played with her food, at times treating it phallically, sliding her spoon in and out of her mouth suggestively. After dinner, they retired to the living room for an after-dinner drink. At one point, Lynn put her finger in her mouth then slipped it under her dress and touched herself. Alan rubbed his penis through his pants. “Take it out and stroke it for me, Alan.” Alan unzipped his pants and took out his already hard cock. He began stroking it, but it felt like he would explode.
Lynn noticed the level of his excitation, “You’re ready to explode, aren’t you Alan? Do you want me to fuck you?” Alan nodded yes and Lynn took him to the bedroom where she undressed in front of him. He followed suit. “Get in bed on your hands and knees.”, Lynn said in a commanding voice. Lynn stood behind Alan, in his blind spot, and put on her strap-on before crawling in bed. Kneeling behind Alan, she held his balls in one hand and touched his anus with the other. “Ask me to fuck you, Alan. Ask me nicely.” Alan was still rock hard when he said, “Please fuck me.” Lynn squirted some lubricant on her dildo and more on Alan’s butthole, which she started fingering while kneading Alan’s balls. Alan felt like he was going to cum just from having his balls held.
Lynn worked more fingers into Alan’s ass. As Alan’s frustration reached a crescendo, he repeated himself, “Please fuck me.” Lynn began to press the head of her dildo into Alan’s ass. At first Alan thought she was still fingering him, but it felt different. “God you feel good, Alan. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.” Lynn grabbed Alan’s hips and pressed her own hips forward until the dildo was buried deep in Alan’s ass. Slowly at first moved her hips back and forth. “How does it feel to be fucked by your wife, Alan?” Alan understood what was basically happening. Lynn was using a dildo on him. He didn’t realize however his wife was using a strap-on. Lynn started pegging Alan with greater vigor. Alan remained excited, his hard-on throbbing with each thrust. After a few minutes Alan experienced an orgasm. “That’s right, Alan. Cum for me.”
When Alan’s orgasm waned, Lynn pulled her cock out of his ass and stood up on the side of the bed. She waited for Alan to look at her and when he did, he understood what she meant. His wife had just fucked him with a strap-on. He felt ashamed, embarrassed. The orgasm was better than the two previous ones she had ruined, but it was different than the orgasms he had experience while fucking his wife. What he experienced was emasculating. Lynn smiled and took the strap-on off in front of him. Lynn hadn’t experienced an orgasm, be she knew Mia would take care of that. What she had experience d was a true sense of domination of a man. The experience with Benjamin was different. He was used to being assfucked and was already bound the time she pegged him. In contrast, she just took her husband’s anal virginity. Their marriage would never be the same.