There was a young lady named Hall,
Wore a newspaper dress to a ball.
The dress caught on fire
And burned her entire
Front page, sporting section, and all.
My wife sat frozen upon my lap, facing toward me, my cock embedded within her. Her voluptuous body was naked except for some white stockings and a sheer white chemise - her large breasts hanging outside her lingerie.
"... now reach down and touch yourself."
I was naked too - each of my hands upon her smooth warm upper thighs - watching.
One of her hands, that had held up her huge breasts, slide down her stomach to grasp her pubic mound - it was shaven, as I had demanded weeks before.
"Now play with yourself honey - I want you to come for me."
My dear wife sighed with pleasure and altered her intimate touch so as to press three of her fingers over the top and into her slit - Devon pressed inwards and began to grind her hips upon me.
I merely grunted, "No moving your ass babe - only your hands." She opened her eyes for a brief second to look down at my own, as if my demand was a physical impossibility - and then moaned in frustration and again closed them. My wife of seven years began to aggressively frig her clitoris.
It was a delicious sight - and I had to fight from the urge to spin her about on the bed and fuck her with all the passion I was feeling for her.
She may think I was expressing my dominance to allow her to enjoy her erotic energy - but I think of these little moments as foreplay. The longer the buildup the greater the final pleasure - for me! Though Devon certainly found pleasure in my decrees.
Devon was breathing harshly and her triple 'D' breasts heaved and quivered. My wife was nearing her orgasm - and it was a pleasure to witness, let me assure you. I never tired of it.
I thought to add to my instructions, "Use your other hand on your ass Devon." The fingers stopped from tweaking her nipple and slipped around her voluptuous body and down her big round white ass and suddenly she smiled and I knew she had found her mark.
Within a minute Devon began to groan through her teeth as her orgasm hit her - her body convulsed above my own, my cock feeling the wild squeezing and contracting to great effect. Then I felt the wave of warm liquid wash over my crotch and down to the bed spread between my legs. Devon always had a very wet orgasm, though messy, it was a delight.
Within thirty seconds her body loosened up and her tense kneeling stance failed and she fell onto me - her warm sweaty skin sticking to my own.
"Hum... very nice." I meant it. Then I twitched my cock within her, "Time to ride me babe."
With tired movements she used her hands to push her body back to its kneeling position above my crotch while smiling and sighed her acceptance to my order, "Uh huh."
I never gave her another instruction - I didn't need too. Devon slowly drew her large sexy ass up to the point that the head of my dick was about to slip out of her body before slowly lowering it back down - just as she knew I liked it. She would do this for as long as I wanted, not even speeding up till I motioned her too.
This night, though, I was passionate for my wife and wanted to feel that release of sexual energy within her. I reached out and grabbed at her big ass cheeks in my strong hands and began to drive her movements. She followed every gesture and began to crash her wet thighs down upon my own - our skin and attached organs making sloppy erotic noises.
Would you believe that my wife never wore stockings until a couple of months ago? She would never have touched any private part of her body while I watched. Hell, she never even orgasmed with me in the same room until only a very short time ago.
I had to stretch, but the middle finger of my right hand touched her slippery wet ass hole. She tensed and sighed as I was able to slip it into her rear opening to the second knuckle.
Devon never even realized that she had a very erotic erogenous zone was her ass hole until a couple of months ago! Now I can make her orgasm simply by fingering her bottom. That wasn't the only power I had over her, as you will come to understand!
I felt my balls tighten and my cock suddenly enlarge within her body - Devon felt it as well and began to squeal behind clenched teeth. The first blast of my sperm set her off as well, and we enjoyed a mutual orgasm the likes of which I enjoy nearly every evening.
I'm not kidding - every night I order my wife to perform to some erotic script that I would think up. She was always a very interested player - never stepping back from anything I ask.
That, by the way, is what caused me to wonder when all this started a short time ago. That the woman who I had married and had known for so many years was not the woman that could orgasm any place or any time, if only I told her too.
Devon collapsed again, but this time I simply savoured the touch of her warm sweaty skin with my own. Her two lower holes still held both my finger and my dick and I'm sure neither of us would want that pleasure to end.
My mind remembered the pleasure mixed with uncertainty some months ago. I had read someplace that some women, when they had an extramarital affair, would become more sexually responsive with their spouses. I had confronted Devon, just minutes after a large load that she had been rubbing into the skin of her breasts at the time, telling her that I knew of her affair. Well, just think of the confusion and then tears and perhaps a few screams if that claim simply wasn't true?
If she wasn't fucking someone else, then it had to be something else right? Its only logical.
Devon sighed tired but happily when I pushed her from my body and she slipped slowly down near my hip. My darling wife lapped at my crotch, licking away our mingled sperm and her juices hungrily.
About a week after that argument I was sitting in my chair in the living room and my naked wife was bobbing her head in my lap - my mind though, was upon that question - why! Then the timing seemed to click into place, when my 'new' wife was exposed was approximately the time she had first tasted my sperm.
You had read correctly dear reader. Oh, Devon tried sucking on my cock in our first year of marriage, it was never successful - with comments like, "it hurts my jaw", "I don't like the taste", or one of my favourites, "good girls don't". It rarely lasted a couple seconds and never to my completion.
Then nearly six months ago we had come home after the new years eve party at her sisters - Devon only semi-conscious and me drunker that I have been in some years. The cab driver never even offered to help me carry my passed out wife into our house and so I had to accomplish this by myself. At that time, six months ago, Devon weighted about the same as I and so I was rather tired, drunk and angry by the time I dumped her in our bed. She lay there mumbling something about wrapping paper for presents or some such crap. Then I saw the swell of her huge breasts and felt my cock twitch - it had been weeks since we had 'made love', as we agreed to call it. None of that fowl mouth in our marriage bed - it took away from the intimacy of our love, is what she always said.
I think you are starting to see a small part of the iceberg that was my life, at that time?
A lot of what happened next was a blur, but for whatever reason I was past caring and had disrobed my wife completely and was between her thighs pumping in and out of her. All the while she continued to mumble stupid things and in my drunken haze only became angrier that she wasn't responding favourably to my fucking. So I shut her up - by climbing up her body, straddling her neck and shoving my cock into her mouth. Devon wasn't able to talk at that moment, to be sure, hell she was barely able to breath! Yet, the sight of her face and lips, the latter which held my hard dick between, excited me to no end and I orgasmed.
It wasn't a great nor memorable blast of sperm but simply getting my drunken rocks off. When I fell next to her on the bed I saw that she was asleep, with sperm leaking down one side of her mouth. I simply rolled over and went to sleep exhausted.
Yet at that moment something happened - was it the booze, the magic of the new year or my wife nearing her mid-thirties? I think I know what it was - and had since proved it to myself - it was my come... my sperm... my ejaculate.
You think I'm kidding right? Fucking nuts huh?
Devon woke me that next morning - the first day of the new year - sucking my cock. Now gentlemen, if you have ever woken up this way you know that it is simply the best feeling in the world - one that I had not felt till that moment. She sucked, bobbed and licked. Devon moaned, whimpered and sighed. My wife ground her hairy crotch into my shin and only a minute after coming awake my cock began to jerk within her. My delight and surprise was heightened when I realized Devon was also orgasmed at the same moment.
That was only the beginning.
I motioned my wife to end her dutiful cleaning of my soiled groin and she happily snuggled with her head on my shoulder and her hairless crotch into my hip.
Quickly I felt her relax into a deep slumber though my mind continued to remember the recent past. Was it all that long ago that I was grateful if only to climb between her thighs twice a month?
My wife changed after that night, not so long ago - she began to work out fanatical, she had lost dozens of pounds and looked fantastic, she took more care about how she looked for me, she researched my likes and dislikes in clothing and lingerie then dressed how I preferred. Within weeks I was getting my rocks off usually twice a day - a load in Devon's hungry mouth and in her sex. Lots of fucking, and not just in our marriage bed any longer - in every room of our house, on the floors and furniture. She tried every angle that still allowed my cock to enter into her body but we both discovered my favourite was behind her, doggy style.
After that she discovered something else, that I enjoyed teasing her ass hole. At first tiny touches as I pounded into her. The first time I slide two fingers into her rear as I fucked her from behind Devon had multiple orgasms and passed out in the middle of our living room floor. After that her ass was always accessible, and always enjoyed. Often I found it cleaned and greased when I came home from work - and if I teased her, Devon would whine and beg for me to touch her there.
She shaved her pubic area till it was bald and kept it that way for me. I knew of her enjoyment of my come but I also enjoyed shooting upon her face and huge breasts - which she would use her fingers to whip off into her mouth. She wore lingerie that I enjoyed and which highlighted her best features.
She began to do all that I asked.
Devon snored softly in the crook of my arm, heavily as she always did after multiple orgasms, and I was able to disengage from her. I retreated silently to our living room, naked and sated.
My wife first masturbated before me a month into the new year - something I had never seen before. It was exquisite and lovely - and often found my thirst to watch her pleasure herself.
Then I came home from work one day and found her in lingerie holding a jar - she handed it to me and giggled as she leaned up to whisper in my ear, "I want to loose my virginity tonight lover!" With wide eyes I looked down and realized what she wanted - less than an hour latter I was slowly stroking in and out of her very tight bottom hole, she screaming and gasping with pleasure. That was our first anal fuck - but not our last.
A month ago Devon caught me looking at the waitress at the restaurant and slipped her nylon clad foot up into my crotch to tease me. "She is pretty isn't she honey?"
I pretended that I didn't know what she was talking about so Devon made a off handed remark, "I'd love to see her pretty lips wrapped around your dick lover."
"What?" I hissed under my breath, looking around to make sure no one could hear us.
Devon giggled like a teenage girl, something else she only started a couple months go, and saw that the waiter was approaching so changed the subject. I'm a guy right? What guy would not think about screwing two women at once?
I collapsed into my family room chair, looking out of the window toward the street lights of my street. My mind lost in the recent past.
It was about that time, after my wife's comments at the restaurant, that I began to decode all that has happened. Each time I looked at the accumulated evidence, I found that it all lead back to that fateful drunken night last new years eve and the only thing that had happened that was different from our normal lives.
How could I prove it to myself? Who would believe me anyway?
Was there a way to test my theory? Not on Devon certainly - she had already succumbed to this imaginary power that I figured I had. Or rather that my dick had.
Then her bitch of a sister was coming to stay for a long weekend and knew I had at to find at least some of the answers!
I'm a bastard, so what?
Devon's two year older sister, Rachel, was a bitch. She and I never got along. She with her well-to-do husband and two perfect kids - us with neither.
Normally Devon could only take her sister in small doses before her frustration level rose to the point of explosion. Yet the two siblings were family and as such, kept in close contact and often did the holidays together. Why couldn't they be like my family and never call or write?