Our New Life Ch. 2
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"Where'd you get that?"
She looked down at herself. "I've had this for a little while. Don't you like it?"
I assured her, "It's great. I especially like its filling. But what happened to the new one you bought the other day?"
"Well, I thought: I already have this one. I just haven't worn it before. Maybe I could take the other one back. We could always use the extra money."
I said, "Whatever you think. You look gorgeous in either one. It's your choice."
Michelle then changed into the new dress, telling me, "I'll wear the red one for something else. I kind of need different hose and heels to really make it work."
I told her, "And maybe you could wear a garter belt and no panties with the red one. That would be sexy."
She blushed and bowed her head, though I could see the trace of a smile on her face. "If that's what you'd like."
As we walked out the door, I said, "You *know* it's what I'd like."
At the reunion, I ran into quite a few people I was hoping to see, friends I did a lot in school with and hadn't seen in a long time.
Michelle, of course, knew only me, so she kept relatively quiet. At one point, she got up to use the restroom, and I whispered to her before she got away, "While you're in there doing your business, I want you rubbing your clit. Get yourself to the edge, but remember whose cum it is." She smiled a little and nodded, then went on.
When she returned, I could tell she'd done what I told her. She was looking just a *little* heated (Okay, a *lot* heated. She still was horny even though she'd been orgasming most of the afternoon.). I felt my cock twitch at the sight of my darling wife's obvious (to me, at least) public arousal.
Having drunk a lot throughout the evening, Michelle had to get up twice more before we left. I made her masturbate herself in the rest room both those times, as well. Subsequently, by the time we left, Michelle was nearly screaming with erotic tension.
On the way home, I started to touch Michelle, and as I suspected, she *really* responded to my touch. At one point, I told her, "Take your panties off." (Yes, I'd let her wear panties. They were just a little G-string thing, so she was damn near naked anyway.) I didn't really know if she had enough room in the car to accomplish that feat, but to my delight, she removed them without comment or difficulty. Now, I had a bare pussy to fondle. Michelle leaned back in her seat and, since her dress buttoned all down the front, she unbuttoned her dress. Before very long, she was completely bare next to me, aside from her bra, which I had her remove as soon as possible.
This was fabulous. My wife was completely nude next to me in the car. It was dark, so she wasn't quite as self-conscious as she had been that first time, showing off her legs and *nearly* her crotch in broad daylight. Passing headlights still made her duck, which just made me chuckle.
After a while, Michelle reached over to my crotch and groped my hard-on through my pants. To help, and also to get the most of her fondling fingers, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. As I was hoping, she wasted no time taking my dick in her hand while rubbing herself. A couple of times she leaned over and took me in her mouth, but regardless how most porn stories make it sound, giving head to the driver of a car is *not* the simplest of tasks.
We arrived home, and instead of straightening ourselves, I untucked my shirt to hide my hard-on, and Michelle pulled her dress together a little so she could get out of the car. I grabbed her panties, and we walked to the front door. I think I was more afraid of being found out than Michelle was, because she seemed to walk slower than I would have expected.
At the front door, I unlocked the door, then reached down and touched my wife's clit. She moaned, then practically pushed me into the house.
We got as far as the kitchen. I don't think we said anything. We stood there and kissed for a bit, then I stepped back, unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. Michelle reached for my cock, and I gently pushed on her shoulders. She got the idea.
Kneeling, she once again sucked me. There are so many erotic sights, when you start to experience them, that you just start listing them in your mind. Another is a subservient woman on her knees loving your hard cock. After several minutes, I sat down on a chair, and had Michelle pull off my boots and pants. I then urged her gently to return to her work. She went eagerly.
I got up after a while and picked Michelle up and put her on the chair. Again I tasted her glorious cunt. Michelle climaxed a handful of times, after which she was still horny. As I've said before, I think she'd been horny since we'd started this little adventure, and it seemed that no amount of orgasms would sate her. She, nevertheless, prepared for bed. She then turned in and I sat down to record what had happened, not being quite so tired, myself.
Eventually, I came to bed. I may have slept, but I was half-awake when Michelle snuggled over to me. Now, this is nothing new, but she lowered the sheet from my shoulder and started to kiss it. Not little dry kisses, but wet, sensual ones, her tongue tickling my skin each time. After a few minutes of this, I asked her what she wanted. She told me she was still horny, and the thought of what we'd done earlier in the day and all evening was making her even hornier. She wanted to cum, and for me to put my cock in her pussy.
I didn't know if I was going to be able to give her what she wanted. Not just from a dominant standpoint, but I didn't know if my dick was up to it. See, as I was writing about our new experiences, I got so worked up, I had to take matters into my own hands. So, I had cum not too long before this, and was still pretty worn out. Besides, the orgasm at the computer was my third in less than twenty-four hours.
I told Michelle I'd put my cock in her, but she'd have to get it hard first. It took a while. But eventually, it was hard enough to make the attempt.
Michelle got on her hands and knees, and I slowly slid my cock inside. You'd think Michelle was going to die from the sensation. Her reaction was incredibly erotic. I pumped for a while, and I think Michelle had an orgasm. All I knew is that I was wearing down in a hurry. Eventually, I pulled out of Michelle's pussy and lay back on the bed. Michelle said, "I'm still horny. May I make myself cum?"
Pretty much done for already, I said sure. It was at this point that I realized just how precarious my position in this really was. I've never actually felt exhausted to the point where I didn't think I could "get it up" again, but this time... I didn't know how I'd get hard again without some much needed rest.
Michelle started to rub her clit, and I sat back on the chair where I had been that morning. While my wife pleasured herself, I took my cock in hand and started to stroke. To my amazement and delight, I started to respond. Eventually it got to the point where I had to ask Michelle, "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"
There was a hesitation in Michelle's answer. I think it was because she was so wrapped up in rubbing her clit that it took a little while for my question to register. After a little bit, Michelle responded, "In my mouth. I want your cum in my mouth."
I rose and placed my cock head in my wife's lovely mouth while I continued stroking. A little later I was shooting my fourth load in less than twenty-four hours. I think, since we'd started our little D/s adventure, I'd cum more often than I had in my life. Michelle, of course, being a woman, and a multi-orgasmic woman at that (oh joy!) had probably cum twice to three times as many times.
By now, though, I was *really* exhausted. Michelle, on the other hand, was still horny. She begged and pleaded with me to make her cum, to let her cum, anything. She just needed to orgasm. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't going to be able to get hard again for a while, but Michelle was the Eveready bunny.
Michelle laid back, and we tried me sucking her tits while she masturbated and me rubbing her clit and a few other things, but I was just too damn worn out, both sexually and physically, to really do the job right. I felt kind of bad about it. This is the type of woman I'd fantasized about - that I think *most* men fantasize about - a woman who almost *can't* seem to get enough sex. Now, here she was, right in front of me, and the horrible reality of anatomy reared its ugly head. Women are - much moreso than men - built to be sexual machines. Men are created with the almost constant drive for sex, but the physical aspect is constructed to fail that end.
Michelle apologized, "I'm sorry I'm such a slut."
I told her, "You're not a slut," even though, by most definitions of the term, her behavior would definitely point in that direction. It didn't matter, slut or not, I still loved her, and do to this day. I told her, "Get yourself off if you can. I need some rest."
Michelle told me later that she fell asleep masturbating.
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