The Adventures of M.J


Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Teenagers, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, BDSM, MaleDom, Spanking, Swinging, Orgy, Wife swapping sex story.

Desc: BDSM Sex Story: A woman's journey to the wild side of life where sex becomes more then something to do on a Saturday night.

A woman's journey to the wild side.

Mary Jane laid in her bed. It was past midnight, and she was suffering from insomnia. Her husband laid next to her sound asleep, snoring, which did not help matters. She thought of her father, and wondered how he was doing in that big house all alone. She missed him. That was crazy, she couldn't get out of the house fast enough when she was young. Her father was a disciplinarian, quick to spank her for the slightest provocation. She remember dreading the words, "Take all your clothes off and lay across my lap," and the beating would begin. He always emphasized the word all. She swore her daddy like to see her naked., and maybe he did. As soon as she graduated from high school she and her best friend leased a studio apartment.

Curious, M.J. looked up adult spanking on an internet search. She was surprised to find that most of the sites cited dealt with BDSM. She had never thought of spanking as part of sex play. That got her thinking about her father. She always had to be completely naked. Sometimes he pushed her legs apart. She thought it was his way of making the spanking worse, but in retrospect, did he want a better view of her crotch? She remembered the time at the nudist resort. Even at the resort her father found reason to spank her. That was a strange one. After he was finish he hurriedly pushed her off of his lap, quickly stood before she regained her balance, turned his back to her, and ordered her out of the room. "Go to the pool. NOW!" he had shouted, and she bolted out of the door. M.J. wondered if he was harboring an erection and that was why he wanted her out immediately. On further thought, he never spanked her two days in a row. There was always a lapse of two, three, or four days between spankings. Did he only do it when he was horny?

M.J. wondered if she could get her husband to spank her for sex sake.


"Yes, Dear."

"Have you ever wanted to spank me?"

"Whoa, where did that come from?"

"I read it on the internet that many men would like to, or actual do, spank their wives during foreplay. I was just wondering if you ever had that inclination?"

"It crossed my mind. I think every man thinks about it sometime in his life. But we do not have a dominant/submissive relationship like those men who spank have with their wives." End of discussion, for then, anyway.

Saturday night. Mary Jane pulled out all the stops. Shower, douche, shave the pits and her crotch, deodorant, vaginal spray, hair combed down her back like he likes, makeup, perfume, and a sexy little see-thru outfit she bought at Angel's Lingerie in the mall that week. Donald took one look at her and excused himself. When he came back he was showered, shaved, and wearing the heart print, silk shorts she gave him last Valentine's day. He opened a bottle of wine and they did some serious drinking which required a second bottle. They smooched and played with each other. She sucked on his cock which she knew he loved. He took off her panties to the outfit to get access to her wet pussy. Donald pushed four finger into her vagina which he knew she liked. He heard it was called duck billing.

"Spank me."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Don't ask, just do it." She motioned for him to sit in the middle of the couch. She laid across his lap with her butt sticking up, and her head laying on her crossed arms. His first swing was feeble. It was apparent he didn't know much about spanking. "Harder, I am not a China doll." The second swat was much harder and every swat after that was forceful. She finally said, "Enough." When she got up she saw his cock was quite rigid and weeping. Her buttocks burned, just like when her daddy spanked her. The difference was that when Donald did it she became aroused. Not wanting to waste any time by going to the bedroom, they did it doggy style in the middle of the living room.

M.J. and Donald liked spanking so much that they included it as part of foreplay every time they had sex.

M.J. never considered herself a raving beauty, five-foot-four and rounded, a round face, round B cup breasts, a roundish stomach, two round globes making up her butt, and a pudgy round sex squeezed between round thighs. She remembered back in fifth grade for one short semester she was the tallest one in the class and the only one with boobs, but then she stopped growing and all her classmates passed her up. Wasn't that about the time her daddy started making her strip, and spanked her regularly? She couldn't remember for sure.

Donald called her from work. "Do me a big, big favor. Meet me at the door completely naked when I come home from work tonight. I am so horny I have been thinking about this all day. Lets pretend that I am a traveling salesman and you the house wife who just got out of the shower. You open the door in the nude and there I am."

"But how will I know it is you and not someone collecting for charity?"

"Okay, here is what I will do. I will knock three times instead of ringing the bell. Do you remember that old song, 'Knock Three Times', well that will be me. And, of course, it will be the back door, not the front. Every weekday Donald took the train from downtown that arrived at the station at 5:42. It was a four minute walk from the station to home, so Donald arrived home at 5:46 give or take a minute. At 5:30 M.J. took a quick shower and waited the few minutes until there was the three knocks at the back door. She hung her towel around her neck as if she just came down from her shower and answered the door. "Madam, may I interested you in..." She pulled him into the house and they commenced their love making on the kitchen table. They both loved it. Donald asked her to be naked every night when he got home, which she did, and they played the salesman game every Friday. With the nakedness and the spankings the number of times they had sex during the week rose exponentially, and M.J. loved it.

It was 5:45 on a Friday. M.J. was showered and smelling nice. She was ready. The three knocks came. She jumped up, hung the towel around her neck, and jerked the door open. "I ... I ... I... ," the woman stuttered as she looked at M.J. standing naked on the other side of the threshold.

Shocked. "Mrs. Foster, what are you doing here?" M.J. demanded of her neighbor from across the alley

"I ... I ... came to borrow a can of beef stock if you have it."

Seeing that it couldn't be undone what was done M.J. said, "Come in and I will get you a can." Knowing her husband would be home any second she quickly got the can from the cabinet and handed it to Mrs. Foster at the same time pushing her toward the back door. The three knocks came as M.J. was twisting the handle to open the door. Mrs. Foster took one look at Donald and fled through the back gate.

"Oh, my god. I can't believe this happened. She knocked three times and I thought it was you. I flung open the door stark naked. That woman is the town tattler. By morning all the neighborhood will know that I greet my husband naked." By nightfall and a bottle of wine they were laughing about it. Poor Mrs. Foster, being greeted by a horny naked housewife.

All the next week M.J. expected someone in the neighborhood to mention the incident, but no one did. Was Mrs. Foster too embarrassed to say anything to anybody? That didn't turn out to be the case. At the end of the week M.J. had a visit from Peggy Grant, the newly wed who had moved into the apartment building at the end of the block. "We heard about you greeting your husband naked when he came home from work. I was wondering," here the girl turned a bright red, "What exactly you do, you know, do with supper and everything. Truthfully, my husband Bob, and I were looking for something to liven up our sex life." The girl turned redder yet. M.J. wanted to say, You have been married all of six month and you need something to liven up your sex life? What kind of people are you? but didn't. Instead, she took pity on the girl. "I plan my meal to be done fifteen minutes before he comes home. As soon as it is done I put the meal on simmer, and take a quick shower. When he comes home I am naked. I serve supper and we eat. Afterward, I stack the dishes and leave them for morning. In the evening we watch TV or play computer games just like we always did. It is not until we are in bed that we get down to brass tacks." She skipped the part about the spankings and their Friday door-to-door salesman game. The girl gushed over thanking M.J. ever-so-much for the information.

That evening M.J. told Donald about her visitor. "Why don't we give them a practical demonstration. Invite them over for supper."

"You want me to serve them dinner while naked? You are kidding, right?"

"No. I would love to show off the sexiest woman alive."

"So, you are serious."

"I sure am."

"I would have to think long and hard about that one."

She did think about it that night after their sex and before she fell asleep. He actually wanted to show her off? He thought her that sexy? The last thing she considered herself was sexy. She always thought of herself as a plain Mary Jane. What would it be like to serve guests in the nude? That was an intriguing proposition. She would do it, sure, why not? As long as Donald was okay with it. It might be fun.

M.J. explained to Peggy about the supper and Peggy said she would talk to Bob. The next day Peggy got back to M.J., yes, they would come over for dinner. When M.J. told Donald, he said, "Of course they will come. I knew he wouldn't pass up a chance to see you naked. If he did I would think he was gay."

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