The Slapping Game
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Posted:Apr 18, 2018 2:57 pm
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The Slapping Game
We were driving home from grocery shopping and stopped at a red light. (I know... that's hell of a sexy start! wait until I tell you about the deal on sliced jalapeno-jack cheese!) We were driving to meet with some friends and this was supposed to be of those times when we put all kinky sexy thoughts out of our head and act like a completely normal married couple.
But a certain sadistic dom type][https://fetli who lives far enough away that we don't think we'll ever meet him, had managed to get in our heads and spark something in our imaginations despite the distance. And reading of the messages he had sent I found myself getting hard, straining at my jeans. She must have sensed something because she looks over from the drivers seat and said "what? what did you just read?"
I read it out loud to her and she got that evil little sexy smile that melts me every time. Then she looked down to the very visible bulge straining against my jeans and said "you need to make that go away, right now. This isn't the time."
"I don't think I can" I whimper, moving it around a little trying to make it less visible.
As the light was turning green she reached over and gave it a swat. Not a pat. Not a tap. But a firm **swat**.
I've never been super in to spanking. I'm not great at giving them, and getting them has never been a thing for me. So I was totally unprepared for what I felt.
I imagine it's what some who is really into spanking feels when they get spanked good and hard.
It hurt, I won't lie. It stung. But there was something else, something bigger, that over-road the pain. I swear I was in a state of semi-coniousness until we were 200 feet down the road. I know i made some sort of noise, and I know i must have had some sort of dazed look on my face.
"Oh my" she said, "Just wait until i step on it with my boots to make it go away!"
Needless to say, that didn't either We ended up having to very intentionally listen to some national public radio and talk about boring crap before getting to our destination and slipping into vanilla mode.
That was the first inkling that maybe there was something there.
Later, I think it was the next day, I can't remember for sure, we were sitting in the basement on our couch watching TV (I know!!! not only are we sooo sexy all the time, we're glamorous 24/7 too!). She was on her ph sexting with that little grin again. It went from the normal "i'm talking to men about getting fucked and soaking my panties" grin to the evil "you're in trouble now" grin.
"Uh oh, what is it?" I asked.
"He wants me to slap you" she said.
"Who does?"
She told me it was the same man. The with the intoxicating sadistic streak who lives far away.
"Do you want to?" I asked.
"I sort of do." she said smiling. "But it needs to be okay with you"
Some non-sexy talk took place. She made sure I was really okay with it, made sure I knew we can stop at anytime. And made sure I felt safe and okay with this first and foremost. We don't have a safe-word. She is my safe-word. She has 100% of my trust. So once she feels like i'm okay and I've agreed and given consent, it's "game on" until she wants it to stop.
She straddled my lap, facing me and caressed my check softly. Just on the edge of tickling. And then without a word of warning gave me a ful slap.
It was that same feeling i got in the car. Like i lost myself for a few moments.
"Are you okay?" she asked
I couldn't form words, but i nodded my head "yes".
"Did you like it?"
I nodded again.
"I did too" she said.
Without even realizing it, I'd gotten hard. She wiggled on me a bit and said "I think you you really liked it. Stay there."
She got up and wiggled out of her panties before straddling me again, this time lowering her wet hot pussy down over my hard cock.
I have no idea how she does it, but being inside her feels amazing every time. Every time it feels like i'm diovering that feeling all over again.
She started to move up and down on me and said "don't move." Which can be a hard thing to do and I couldn't really stop the little raising of my hips to push into her (or maybe i could, and maybe i just wanted to see what would happen. I hstly don't know).
*slap*
"I said don't move"
I could feel her get wetter and either she got tighter, or i got harder. She started slowly moving up and down on me again.
Okay.. as a warning. Things are going to get a little rough here. I don't want any to get the wrong idea. We have absolutely talked about saying cruel things during sex and how we don't really mean them. And for every wicked thing she tells me in the heat of the moment, she has assured me of the opposite a thousand times, both in words and actions. So it's all fun and games in the end. And we have a marriage built on respect and communication that is stronger and more loving than it's ever been. Or in short, "no hubby's were harmed, at least not permanently, in the living of this fantasy".
My hips move again.
*Slap" harder this time. Not ful. And with a sting that echoed.
"You just can't listen, can you?" Her hips moving in little circles with me inside her.
*slap* and that smile, that wicked sexy smile.
I was in a daze. My mind wasn't really functioning. So my memory of the next few minutes isn't perfectly clear. I'm sure i'm not remembering everything she said, and i might be remembering some of it incorrectly. But this is close enough.
"Do you like it when i slap you like a little bitch?"
"Is that what you are, just a little bitch who lets other men fuck his wife. You know they fuck me harder than you do don't you."
*slap*
"You know they fuck me so good, like you can't. And you know they cum deep inside me, filling me. Claiming me."
*slap*
"And you love that. You love knowing they are claiming me. Filling me with their seed and you love cleaning it out of me when i get home, don't you?"
*slap*
"That's the only way you get hard isn't it? Knowing that a real man came inside me, put his seed in me and that I'm going to make you clean it up."
*slap*
That part got into my head. I know it's not true. I know that it was in . And I know it didn't reflect reality - not completely. But in the state I was in... I don't know... it was almost like hypnotic suggestion. I can't explain it. I've never experienced anything like that before. I was still so turned on i felt like i was going to burst. But I started losing my erection. She ended up climbing off me, I think she was worried. We tried a few different positions. I was so turned on my head was spinning. But I couldn't get my erection back. I didn't end up having an orgasm from that experience. But it was still of the most satisfying sexual experiences i've ever had. I know that sounds strange, but it is absolutely true.
It was such a new thing for both of us. Afterwards we made sure we were both okay. But we didn't really talk about it. It didn't really come up until a few days later when we were in bed.
We were ing a little game where she was telling me a story, I hstly can't remember what it was now. Everything up until then got washed away by what is about to come next. I was hard and getting closer to cumming.
"I don't want you to cum yet" she said
"When do you want me to cum" I asked.
She paused, thinking something over, probably wondering if she should continue. "I want you to cum when i'm slapping you. Can you do that? Do you want to do that?"
Either my head or the room started spinning. I'm not sure which. I nodded yes and tried to whimper my consent. I'm not sure I got any actual words out though.
She leaned over me as I lay on my back and told me to keep touching myself. To keep stroking.
She's either a natural, or she thought about her technique since last time. There weren't any words this time. She started with ful slap that made me dizzy. Then she lightly caressed the spot that she had slapped, and without warning pulled back and slapped me harder.
I was so hard, I started leaking a little.
She smiled, pulled back her hand and and gave a little fake. She smiled and made a tiny litle laugh when i flinched. And before i could recover
*slap*
She kept up this game. Caressing, slapping, harder each time, little fakes and smiling when i flinched.
I completely lost all sense of myself. I don't even remember the orgasm hitting me. I'm pretty sure it struck at the same time that her hand struck my face. I felt like the orgasm ripped through me and i felt like it went on and on for what must have been days before I started coming back to myself.
The closest thing I've ever experienced to that was waking up from anesthesia. Only hopefully the times I've woken up from anesthsia I didn't leave a wet mess of cum all the way up my chest and on the pillow beside my head.
She was looking at me smiling
"Did you just cum so hard you frogot your name?"
I don't think I answerred with words, I hstly don't remember.
She rolled onto her back and grabbed her favorite toy from the headboard (as an aside, we've got to give a plug for the womanizer again. If you're a woman who liked orgasms, or if you're a man that likes to watch a woman orgasm, we very highly recommend the womanizer http://citymixx.com.com )
She closed her eyes and bit her lip and immediately fell into moaning and gasping sounds. I was feeling that sub drop, and feeling it hard and moved in to cuddle her as she got herself off.
"No. Don't touch me like that, not right now" she said, getting closer to her orgasm already.
...serisously, the womanizer. You need to try it. The claims they make about how quickly it can bring you to orgasm are absolutely true.)
https://www.xvideos.com/video11521585/womanizer_giant_orgasm_in_30_second
Within minutes she was clenching her eyes in orgasm, her fingernails digging into my arms as she got louder and louder.
Afterwards, the first thing she did, before the shivers from her orgasm had even left her completely, was to pull me close and hold me. We had a littel after care talk and cuddle and made sure we were both okay and held each other close as we enjoyed the glow from something that new, and that intense.
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A quiet night at home
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Posted:Nov 20, 2017 5:57 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2018 3:01 pm
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This is the story of another man that she met up with. I'm trying to write at least a little bit about each one, but I've given up on writing them in order.
A Quiet Night At Home
It was a quiet night at home. We slide into "pajama and sci-fi" mode pretty early if there isn't anything else going on.
We were watching Lost Girl (yay for Canadian fantasy/sci-fi). She was a little distracted and talking away on KIK (which has been a great app for communicating but keeping those communications separate from vanilla every day messages).
She has 3 different smiles when she's on her phone. I can tell what she's doing just by the smile she gets. She has the "I just read something hilarious on facebook" smile for most things. And she has this sort of half distracted smile when she's playing one of her phone app games. And then there's the "sexting smile". It's a little wicked, it's sexy as hell, it makes me squirm, and even when she's sitting still it's like she's wiggling a little when she has that smile.
And that's the one she has right now.
She's quiet for a few moments, not texting anymore, but thinking, and then finally she says
"I need to ask you a serious question, and you need to answer honestly. Not just what would be hot, but an honest for real answer"
"Okay, I will"
"What if I wanted to meet him tonight? He said he's willing to meet halfway, and I think I want to see him tonight."
"Are you sure? It seems sudden. If it's what you want, then I'm okay with it"
"I'm sure. But you need to be sure too. I can still say 'no' if you're not 100% okay with this."
"I'm 100% okay with this, lets do it. When do you need to get ready?"
"Pretty much right now".
So we paused our sci-fi evening and started getting her ready.
While she's in the shower I pick out a few dresses and skirts for her to wear. She rejects them all and decides to go with a cute little black skirt and an extremely nerdy - but nicely tight fitting - top. And ya, that's the better choice over all. I pick out a pair of matching bra and panties for her, they are teal and lacy and she looks absolutely delicious in them. She approves my choice and slides them on.
She leaves fairly quickly, again making sure to load me up with kisses and "I love you"s to get me through the evening.
She's going to be driving about an hour away to meet him. She's only gone that far once before. As a bit of a safety measure we use the gps on her phone so I can see where she is. I've got mixed feelings about doing that.
First and foremost, for safety
reasons it's a must. But I'll admit, it's also a bit of a voyeuristic turn on. With as good as the gps apps are now, I can pretty much tell what part of the building she's in. I can tell when she's in the lobby of the motel versus her hotel room. And I'll be honest, that's a turn on. But it feels a bit intrusive too. I trust her completely. This whole thing is like an emotional trust fall over a bottomless pit with rusty spikes at the the bottom (I know... I know... a bottomless pit can't have rusty spikes at the bottom - it's a metaphor, just roll with it). And I don't want her to think that the gps thing is to keep tabs on her. Also, under that layer even, I feel a little bit more involved somehow. That's the feeling I understand the least. But there it is under it all.
On the drive down she calls me and puts me on speaker phone. She's worked up and we find ourselves talking dirty. She talked through a very dirty fantasy with me. One we haven't really talked about before. It's one that pushes the boundaries a bit more again. She makes me cum as we talk about it. It's not one we're quite ready to share yet, but maybe another day I'll write that one out. She reminds me how many men she is going to make cum today, and I can hear in her voice how proud she is of that. I joke and tell her maybe that needs to become a daily goal. I can hear the smirk in her voice when she says "maybe it will be".
(from here on I'm relying on the story as she told it to me later. So if either of you read this, and if i missed any fun or important details, feel free to add anything)
When she gets to the hotel she does her naughty little check in routine.
The clerk asks "What are you doing here in town?"
She says "I'm here to meet a man." and smiles into the silence afterwards.
So she adds "If possible, I'd like a room as far away from anyone else if you have it. Maybe in a corner where our loud noise won't bother anyone else."
They meet in the lobby and decide to go to a little bar and pizza place nearby.
I can see on the gps that she's not at the hotel and I text her just to make sure everything is okay.
She lets me know that things are fine, going great in fact.
In the bar they flirt shamelessly, publicly. Her hands were on him, running up his leg, feeling how hard he was through his jeans.
They sat beside eachother on the same side of the booth and she turned sideways, pulling her skirt up. He ran his big hands up and under her skirt, fingering her there in a booth. She made sure to tell me how big his hands are. She said she was so wet and so ready to have him take her back to the room. She started getting impatient, trying to get the waitress to bring them their check quicker so that they could go back to the motel. I can' picture it, when she gets excited she's like a again waiting impatiently on christmas morning. Patience isn't one of her strong suits. I can see her rubbing him through his pants, I can here her making that hungry horny little noise she makes. I can imagine his hands moving up under her skirt and I can hear that noise she makes when she's that wet and touched, her hips moving towards his hands as her eyes get that ravenous look.
Apparently there's a story about her being excited enough that she made ice fly out of her glass and across the table when they were trying to get the attention of the waitress. And from what she told me, the waitress plainly knew they he was touching her there in the booth.
As they walked across the parking lot back to the hotel he flipped her skirt up, exposing those teal lacy panties I picked out. He said something complimentary, and again i can just see her smile. The "what are you doing bad boy.... but you don't have to stop" smile.
She told me the little details of what happened back in the hotel room in bits and pieces.
She said that he took her panties off so slowly she thought she was going to go mad. And that by the time they were off she was so ready to feel him inside her.
She told me that he wore button-fly jeans and she started getting frustrated trying to get his cock out of them quicker.
She said that he manhandled her in a way that I don't. He picked her up and put her on the bathroom counter.
When he had her on the bathroom counter he put both of her legs up on his shoulders, he ate her out for a while like that. .
Then he carried her to the bed and threw her onto it. He held her legs and put her in positions that he wanted her in.
After he carried her to the bed and threw her down he came alongside the bed and pushed his cock into her mouth. She doesn't give me blowjobs often. I give her oral pleasure a lot.... As often as possible and most times we make love. But she doesn't give me blowjobs often (I'm not complaining, I would happily spend every moment for the rest of my life with my face between her thighs). So I can imagine that part was a little challenging for her.
She told me about how he tightly grabbed her hair and pulled her into a kiss.
She told me that the first time he entered her she was on her back on the bed while he held her legs up and pushed himself deep into her. Filling my wife with his cock as she lay there on her back in a motel room.
And she told me that he came in her three times that night before she came home.
She told me those details and any others she could remember after she was home and we were in bed together.
"I've never been fucked like that in my entire life" she said early when we got home
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that", she immediately followed, a genuine look of concern in her eyes.
"No babe" I said holding her, "that's what this is all about. that was the goal we set out with. And there's not even a shred of me that regrets it. I want you to always tell me."
(heads up, not-sexy-part incoming)
We talk about "the sliver". It's the thing we watch for. That fear that any of these adventures could embed a sliver under the skin of our marriage. Something small that we don't even notice right away other that the faint sting. Not the good sting of a spanking or erotic slapping, the bad sting of a true injury. We are constantly vigilant, worried that some small sliver we don't pull out immediately could in time become infected and grow. It's become almost a code word for us. "Checking for slivers" has become an exercise. It's not always easy, they can be hard to find. And digging them out isn't so easy either. But it's essential if this thing is going to keep going for us.
So after the sex, after I came so hard I literally soaked the shirt I was wearing, and we're still not sure where the rest went.... After we were coming down (And now that I we know the signs to look for, I absolutely get some shade of "sub-drop" after these experiences) we talked and held each other and checked for slivers. But there were none. In the end it was just a wonderful, erotic, safe experience for both of us, all three of us even.
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The Pomegranate Martini
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Posted:Nov 17, 2017 2:56 am
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2017 5:53 am
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This is the true story of one of her "dates" with a man . I'm hoping to post all of these little adventures that we have. This wasn't the first man that she ever met, but we were still pretty new to making this reality at the time. It was in the summer of 2017
The Pomegranate Martini
I"m jumping around in time a bit, and not telling this story in order, but I want to write this down while it's still fresh in my mind.
This is the third man that she has met, if that helps put things in order. Our plans changed quickly and suddenly and I'm not sure I even know all the steps that led up to this date. Someone cancelled, someone waffled, someone rescheduled, and someone jumped in.
However we got there, she was standing in front of me in a cute black skirt, red high heels and a grey long sleeve sweater that fit her tightly, but not too tightly.
"how does this look? I want to look good, but not desperate, you know."
"Yes, you definitely look good, and you never look desperate."
She didn't have much time between getting home and heading out again, but she'd worked a miracle with the time she had., Her hair looked cute in that carefully controlled mess of curls she pulls off so perfectly, and her make up was subtle, but just right.
She is a little rushed, he's already waiting at the bar. But she's careful not to dismiss me. I already feel like there are a thousand little fireflies dancing across my brain. And yet she gives me all the kisses and reassurances I need. This is why I love her. This is why these little adventures that are playing with fire for even the most solid of relationships have only drawn us closer. She looks so good. And I know she looks so good for him. I feel myself getting excited and that little twist of apprehension at the same time.
"It's just for drinks" she assures me. "Think of this as a job interview, I just want to see if there's any possibility here."
A job interview to fuck my wife, I think to myself, and it send a shiver through me. She is glowing and excited and smiling from ear to ear.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes. Are you? You don't feel pressured or obligated?"
"No, I'm excited".
One last kiss and she is out the door. I watch her walk to the car, those red heels making her ass wiggle perfectly in that black skirt. It's starting to rain a little and it's getting dark, and somehow it still seems like there's a spotlight on her as she leaves.
The bar that they are meeting at is cozy and little. Just a small place with a front room where even 30 people would feel crowded, and a little back room with a couple bar games and a couple more booths. It's one of our favorite local dives. And that's part of the appeal, part of the turn on. We've talked about how she'll be wearing her wedding ring and there with a man who isn't wearing one. She's not going to stick her hand in the air and wave it in the neon lights and tell everyone to look, but she's going to subtly make sure it's seen. When she takes a drink she'll use her left hand, and her wedding ring will be visible against the glass. When she lays her hand on his arm, or his thigh, she'll make sure her wedding ring is plainly visible.
For us, it's little mind games like this that get us going. That seems to be an emerging theme the further we get into this. We keep playing with them and trying slight variations, or almost like trying on characters and scenes for a little while to see what they feel like.
We test each other about how there's that slim chance that next time we go there together one of the regulars, or maybe the bartender will think "Isn't that the same hot looking wife who was in here last week getting felt up by a single man"? And that thought thrills both of us.
I've got those nervous butterflies in my stomach, they've been building all day, and now it feels like they've become a fluttering frenzy in my yummy and up through my chest. This is the time when my mind is left to wonder. When my imagination is left to run wild. Afterwards she will tell me all the little details she can remember, but right now I can only imagine what is happening. How is he greeting her? Is she smiling? Are they sitting close and ordering drinks? Are his hands on her already?
"He was waiting for me there in a booth" she told me later "by the time I got there I was already so excited and wet. I could tell that he liked the way I looked, and it felt so good to see that hungry look in his eyes. He got me a drink from the bar, a pomegranate martini. When he came back he said he must be distracted because he just gave the bartender a 15$ tip."
When she got home almost 2 hours later she walked in the door and simply said, "Come with me". She took her coat off, and threw it on the couch, but left her red high heels on as she took my hand and pulled me to our bedroom. She wiggled her black skirt down over her curvy hips and left it by our bed. With her panties off, her legs spread, and her red high heels still on, she laid on her back and said "come here".
I crawled up on the bed and moved to kiss her "No", she said "Down here". And she pushed my head down to her pussy. Her fingernails digging into the back of my head, just a little painfully, as she pulled my mouth down on to her.
"Do you know what that is you're tasting?" she asked, "That's his cum. You're eating another mans cum out of me". And as if those words were a magic spell she moaned, pushed her hips up against my mouth and dug her nails harder into the back of my skull.
"And you know that means he fucked me, you know that, right?"
"He did?" I raised my head and asked, not even realizing how stupid of a question that was, my head was spinning.
She pushed my face back down and said "If you can't tell, then your tongue isn't deep enough in my pussy".
I lost track of time as she told me all the little details she could remember while I ate her out. I could have eaten her out like that forever. She was moaning in pleasure, her voice breathy and filled with lust. I used ever trick I knew to make her feel good as she told me about her evening.
"We talked for a while and flirted at the bar upfront. I knew pretty quickly that I wanted him inside me. I put my hand on his thigh and ran it up to his crotch and I could feel how hard he was for me. He felt so thick, like really really thick. We went into that little backroom they have. I'd forgotten that they have a little security camera there. But I didn't care. We started making out, our hands were all over each other. I wondered if the bartender pays attention to that security camera, I wondered if he was watching it right now.
When i was so turned on I couldn't take it anymore I straddled him in one of the booths. I took out his cock and pushed myself down on it. He was so thick, did I remember to tell you how thick he was?" I couldn't see her face as she said that, but I could literally hear that wicked little smile she gets as she asked me that.
I fucked him right there in our bar. I rode him until he came inside me and filled me with his cum. We talked a little afterwards, but I came home as quick as i could so that I could have you clean it out of me."
I came, I should have known better than to touch myself, because it didn't take much more than the barest touch of my own hand and I exploded.
She smiled, and said "now it's my turn" and took her "womanizer" (she should be a spokesperson for that thing) from the headboard. I got hard and came again as she told me even a few more details she had left out the first time. We timed it so that we had our orgasms together, and fell asleep exhausted, glowing, wet and a little messy, in each others arms.
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Another Fantasy
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Posted:Nov 16, 2017 6:42 am
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2017 2:24 am
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Here's another one from early on when we were just talking about these things and trading fantasies. This is one of her personal favorites
https://img-hw.xvideos.com/videos/thumbslll/ff/80/3c/ff803c1cc67e4a38b3f4f98b81b75a35/ff803c1cc67e4a38b3f4f98b81b75a35.26.jpg
Sarah stood over Chris as the other man pushes into her from behind. She is so wet that the first few inches slide into her easily. But he's thick and after the first couple of inches he needs to grip her hips tighter and push himself in. Sarah lets out a long satisfied moan as she feels herself stretching around him. Chris, on his hands and knees below, with Sarah's high heeled foot on his back, instinctively looks up when he hears her moan. But she moves her foot to the back of his head and pushes it back down until his face is near the floor "nah-uh, I didn't say you could look yet" she says, her breathing growing heavier.
Chris makes a little whimpering sound when she pushes his head down with her foot. Once she's sure he's looking down, she moved her high heel to his back.
The man behind her sinks in deeper, and she can't help but lean forward a little, the weight of her foot shifting from the ball to the heel that digs into Chris's skin a little. He makes a little noise, but before it can dig too far she shifts again and the weight is back on the ball of her foot.
Finally the man behind her is all the way inside her. He is buried completely inside her and filling her. She feels so full, but like she's still stretching out inside to take him.
"Now you can look" she says. And Chris raises his head slightly, looking up at the beautiful sight of his beloved wife's pussy stretched out around that thick hard cock.
"That's enough" Sarah says, pushing his head down with her high heels again.
"Now fuck me, fuck me hard" she tells the man behind her. And like he was waiting for those magic words he begins savagely pounding into her. Each thrust rocks her forward just slightly causing her heel to dig into Chris's back.
"You can look again, look at how hard he's fucking me". Chris raises his head, watching as the length of the other mans cock disappears into his wife over and over again. The man taking her begins grunting, getting closer.
Sarah pushes Chris's head back down as says "mmmm yes, harder. Fuck me harder and cum inside me".
He grunts one last time and Sarah moans in pleasure, her foot still on the back of Chris's head. She holds it there, keeping him nearly pinned to the floor as the men pulls out of her. His cum immediately begins dripping down her thigh, down her leg.
She lets up on Chris's head, and nudges his mouth closer to her foot were the first drop of cum has made it's way down to her high heeled shoe.
"mmmm now you can start making your way up" she says as he begins kissing and licking her feet then legs, his tongue travelling upwards.
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A Wedding Dress Fantasy
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Posted:Nov 16, 2017 6:33 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 6:53 pm
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When we first started talking about this we used to tell each other fantasies back and forth. We wrote out some of our favorites. Here's an example of one.
Sarah and Chris are renewing their wedding vows. They've decided to make a special occasion of it to celebrate their happy years of marriage. We get a nice hotel somewhere out of town. We go all out for the event. We invite some friends and rent a reception hall for the evening. Sarah looks amazing for the event. Her hair is pinned up with brown ringlets framing her beautiful face. She spent the day at the spa and her make up and nails are done to perfection. We even bought her a new cute little white dress that could easily pass as a wedding dress. It was cut low in the back and dipped in the front showing off her beautiful breasts. It pulled in tight around her little waist and then flared out over her hour glass figure, ending just below her knees. Underneath she wore white thigh highs a garter belt, and white lace panties. We even went out shopping and got her a new pair of white high heels that caught the light and sparkled ever time she walked.
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The day was wonderful. There was a little vow renewal ceremony, complete with quirky but meaningful vows that they exchanged. The reception at the hotel was fun too. The only shade on the evening was the rowdy party next door. It must have been some sort of conference or something. They had loud music and an open bar. There were probably 50 or 60 people at the party right next to Sarah and Chris, and it seemed like the ration at that event was about five men to every woman.
Occassionally one of the men would take a shortcut through our reception room on thier way out to the hotel lobby. They were always nice enough aobut it, and sometimes brough drinks form their open bar to our guests. One of them was even nice enough to bring Sarah and drink and tell her that she was the hottest bride he'd ever seen. And when he set the drink down by her he leaned in close and whispered something into her ear. Sarah blushed. The perfect image of the gorgeous blushing bride.
Shortly after he left the reception hall, Sarah excused herself and left through the same door. She was gone for 10 or 15 minutes, and when she came back she had this little naughty smile on her lips. A couple of minutes later, the man from the party next door came back through as well, a pair of lacy panties just barely peeked out of his pocket. He gave Sarah an smile and what might have been a little wink as he went back to his party.
WIthin a few minutes another one of the men from next door walked through again, this time the look he gave Sarah was blatantly hungry. Sarah made apologies, hastily got up from her seat, and was nearly on his heels as she followed him out. Again they both came back within 15 or 20 minutes. Sarahs hair looked just a little unkempt now, as if someone had grabbed a handful of it and held it tightly in a fist. And her face had a deep blush to it, but only on one side. As if her face had been pressed up against a wall or something.
She was breathing a little heavy, but her smile was pure bliss. She gave Chris a deep long kiss and thanked him for the best wedding day she could ever ask for and gave him a knowing smile.
That same pattern went on for hours. Strong handsome men would come through, and Sarah would leave not far behind them.
Eventually Chris couldn't take it anymore. He got up from the bridal table and walked out into the lobby. On the far end of the lobby was a door for a cleaning closet, it was open just slightly and he could hear sounds coming from it and see a dim light. The closer he got, the more he could make out words like "fuck me harder, yes yes take me like that". And "I love fucking this gorgeous bride on her special day". And "oh god you're so deep in me, oh god I want you to cum inside me".
Chris leaned in close, opening the door a little bit more. There in that little cleaning closet was his bride, her white dress pulled up to her waist. Her panties gone but her thigh highs still on. Behind her one of the men has hands on her waist, holding her and driving himself into her over and over from behind. He was grunting and getting closer as Sarah pushed back into him with each thrust. Finally with a roar he burried himself all the way in her and held his cock deep, erupting inside her.
Sarah pulled away, letting her dress fall back down to her knees and turned slowly like she knew chris had been there the whole time. She walked right past that guest who had just brutally fucked her nearly to orgasm and filled her with his cum. She took Chris's hand as she left the cleaning closet and led him back into the lobby.
"Come on hubby, lets go up to our room and I'll give you the special wedding present I made for you" she said with a devilish smile.
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