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Author’s note:
This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.
Additionally, this story will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the intro, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
Following comments that I have gotten previously; Everything here is meant for the purpose of telling a story and titillating the reader and is not meant as a portrait of reality. I love hearing from readers, but if you comment that it wouldn’t happen that way in real life, well, that’s why it’s a fantasy.
Topics: TM, oral, anal, rimming
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My wife messaged me around noon asking if I minded if she went out that evening with her friends. I had been telling her recently that I thought she needed to get out more, so I readily agreed. I got home from work just in time to tell her that she looked incredible and to enjoy herself.
As soon as she left, I went and got undressed. Knowing that she was going to be out until the late hours of the night meant that I had the time to get dressed and play. It wasn’t that I couldn’t do it when she was around, because I did, but there was something about a night to myself which always made it more special. I started with cleaning myself out. It was always a bit of an odd and not exactly pleasant experience, but it was worthwhile to not have to worry about getting shit everywhere. After a couple of rounds to make sure I was clean I hoped in the shower. My wife complained when I used too much of her soap and shampoo, but she didn’t mind the occasional time I didn’t want to smell like a guy.
Once clean and dried off, I pulled out clothing. I spread my panties out on the bed so I could look at my options. I had amassed a small collection, focused mainly on lace and mesh, but in a variety of colors and cuts. I eventually settled on a pair of black lace cheeky panties that had enough space in the front for my dick, but cupped my ass nicely and sat between my cheeks. I pulled them on and then pulled out our toy box. I debated for a moment between the princess plug which looked sexy with a green jewel and the large black plug that filled my ass the best. I settled on the princess plug, knowing that I could fill my ass later. I pulled the back of my panties down, exposing my ass and I lubed up the shiny metal plug. Squatting down and bending forward, I reached back and pressed the tapered tip against my asshole. I let out a soft sigh as my ass spread around the widest part of the plug. I loved the way it felt as it settled into place. I flexed my muscles a bit and felt it slide in and out a couple of times before I stood back up. Pulling my panties back up, I felt them sitting snuggly against the jeweled base of the plug. I then pulled on a black lace negligee that came from the top of my pecks to the bottom of my butt. Looking at myself from behind in the mirror, I thought I looked really sexy. Bending over, even with my cheeks spread, my panties just perfectly covered the base of the plug so that you couldn’t tell it was there.
Now dressed and ready, I set about doing some basic housework. Cleaning, organizing and dishes. There is something about doing domestic chores while dressed like this that made me feel extra slutty. I started with putting up a load of laundry. Between bending over to pull the dirty clothes out of the hamper and squatting down to put everything into the wash, I could feel the plug shifting inside of me and the lace of my panties pressing against my crack and holding my cock snuggly. Folding laundry was more of a sedate activity. Following that, I made myself dinner. Eating alone, I unabashedly poured myself a large glass of wine and read a book while eating. Washing dishes afterwards, I imagined my wife walking in while I was leaning over the sink. I pictured her walking up behind me, smacking my ass, and telling me that I made a good house slut, before pegging my ass. I slapped my own ass, enjoying the sound and the sting.
Dishes washed, I headed back upstairs, planning to pull out a toy or two and play for the rest of the evening. I started with attaching a suction cup dildo to the mirror. I was on my knees, watching myself suck silicon dick, entranced by the way my lips looked wrapped around the large shaft when my phone rang. Busy, I ignored it, until it rang a second time. Pulling off the fake cock with a line of drool still attached to it, I saw it was my wife. Suddenly worried, I answered.
“Is everything ok?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’re having a great time. I’m probably going to be out late,” She responded cheerfully.
“Ok. Have fun. I was just worried because you called twice in a row.”
“I forgot to tell you that my friend Denise is coming over to deliver some stuff tonight.”
“Umm. Ok. When is she supposed to be here?” I asked, looking down at myself, not at all dressed for fikirtepe escort anyone besides my wife to see.
“That’s why I called you twice. She is downstairs waiting. She’s been knocking and nobody answered.”
“Uhh. Ok. Let her know I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Just go now. Don’t make her wait too long, she’s doing me a big favor.”
“Ok, I’m going,” I said, grabbing my robe and throwing it on.
“Great. She might also have something for you. If she does, enjoy it. Bye!” She said in a rush before hanging up.
I made sure that my robe was tightly wrapped as I opened the door.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I told the tall blonde who had been waiting outside. “Jess forgot to tell me you were coming by and I was about to get in the shower.”
“No problem,” Denise responded with a smile. She pointed to the bags at her feet. “This is just the first load. I brought a truck full. Can you give me a hand?”
I looked outside and saw that the back of her pickup was full of stuff. My wife ran a drop off point for donations for both clothing and furniture for families in need. It looked like Denise had brought a small apartment’s worth of stuff.
“Sure. Why don’t I take this stuff in and open the back while you pull around.”
Unloading and organizing the donations took about an hour. At some point I even forgot what I was wearing until I would move just right and the plug would shift inside of me. A couple of times my robe slipped open a bit, but Denise didn’t seem to notice.
“I think that’s about it,” I said when we finally got the last things put away.
“That’s the last of the donations,” She said, closing the bank of her truck. “Did Jess mention anything else?” She asked, coming around towards me.
“I think she mentioned something about you possibly having something for me?”
“I wasn’t sure if I was going to or not,” she said, offering her hand to shake, which I took. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be wearing quite a bit of lace under your robe.”
I started to stammer out a denial and pull away, but she held my hand fast.
“I honestly didn’t really believe Jess when she first told me. But I figured that the worst that could happen tonight was nothing.”
I was confused and a bit hurt, but I just wanted to get away.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I protested. “Please let me go.”
Denise’s other hand grabbed the belt of my robe and pulled before I could stop her. Any chance of me pretending that I wasn’t dressed the way I was fell away as my robe parted to reveal the black lace beneath it. Still holding my right hand grasped tightly in her’s, she took my moment of frozen panic to grab my other hand by the wrist.
“I have your delivery right here,” She said, pulling my left hand against her crotch.
I stared in shock at Denise. She was beautiful, feminine, with slim shoulders, large tits and a beautifully round ass that I had admired more than once. Never once would I have ever contemplated the fact that she might be trans, and I had known her for years. Without thinking about what I was doing, I gently squeezed the erection they I felt through her pants. There was no doubt what it was, it that it was bigger that my own cock. Her hands left mine, but I didn’t move until I felt her hands on my shoulders. As if in a trance, I slowly lowered myself to my knees with the gentle pressure from her hands. Once I was fully down she pushed the robe off of my shoulders, fully exposing the black lace that barely covered me.
“You are a sexy little man, aren’t you?” She asked with a purr. “We are going to have so much fun.”
Denise opened her pants and pulled out her cock and balls. It was not the first time I had ever seen a cock other than my own, but it was the first one I had seen in person that was perfectly hairless, erect, at eye level, and attached to a beautiful woman. It was mouthwatering. It was only as I licked my lips thoughtlessly and felt a breeze across them that I realized we were still outside. Glancing around, I saw that we were blocked from any of the neighbors view on one side by her truck and the other the storage unit. Even though we were hidden, I still felt exposed. I opened my mouth to say something, but as soon as I did, Denise pressed her cock between my parted lips. This moment had been a fantasy of mine for a long time, one which I never expected to actually come true. All other concerns fled my mind as I tasted cock for the first time. In a lot of ways it was similar to the dildo that was still stuck to my bedroom mirror, but it was also completely different. To start with, it was warm. It was both hard and soft at the same time as my lips wrapped around it. I also tasted a combination of her precum and a hint of her musky sweat from unloading her truck. I didn’t have a chance to explore the dick in my mouth more than that before Denise grabbed my head and began gently fındıkzade escort fucking my face. I looked up at her as her cock slid in and out of my mouth, using me for her pleasure, and I could see the hunger in her eyes. I tightened my lips and started sucking and lapping at her as she thrust. I wanted her cum. I wanted to feel her explode in my mouth, to taste her salty cream. I watched Denise bite her lip as she fucked my eager mouth, trying not to cum just yet. I grabbed her ass and started squeezing her firm, round ass while encouraging her to thrust harder and faster. Then it started. First Denise took a deep, ragged breath. I felt her ass tighten up under my hands and then her cock swelled and pulsed as blast after blast of hot, salty, creamy cum started spurting into my mouth. My eyes went wide as she groaned and filled my mouth enough that I had to start swallowing or risk either choking or spitting it out.
I continued to massage her ass as I milked the last drops of cum from Denise’s cock. She moaned appreciatively as my tongue swiped over her sensitive head, wiping up the last drops. I had tasted my own cum before, but this was the first time I had tasted anyone else’s and I liked it more than I had expected to. As she pulled out of my mouth I noticed a few things that I had been too distracted up until now to push attention to. First, my jaw was sore. I wasn’t sure how long she fucked my face for, but my jaw was feeling it. Second, my panties and thighs were wet, and it wasn’t that I had cum. I had apparently been dripping precum nonstop. The third was that her beautiful cock was still hard.
“Maybe we should move inside?” I said quietly after clearing my throat.
Denise laughed. “Eager for more are we?”
I blushed, but didn’t say anything. I pulled my robe back around me before standing up and scurrying inside. Denise didn’t bother putting her cock away as she followed me. Once we were inside I felt her come up behind me and I froze. Her hands reached around me and took hold of the robe. My hands, which had been holding it closed, let go as she gently pried my robe open and pulled it off me.
“Now we can get a real good look at you,” She whispered in my ear as my robe fell to the floor.
She ran her hands down my lace covered sides before stepping back. She slowly circled me, examining me from every angle. I could tell by the smile on her face and the way her cock stood straight out in front of her that she liked what she saw.
“Do you maybe want us to move somewhere other than the back hall?” I asked nervously.
“Sure,” She responded lasciviously. “I’d follow that ass anywhere.”
I blushed but started walking towards the front of the house.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I offered
“They would be great.”
“Water? Wine? Beer? Something stronger?”
“A glass of wine sounds perfect.”
I hurried to the kitchen to grab a bottle and some glasses. Trying to compose myself, I took a few deep breaths, which didn’t really help, as my mouth was still full of the taste and smell of her cum. Glasses and open wine bottle finally in hand, I walked back into the living room. I started to say something but stopped short. Denise was completely naked, and one of the most incredible things I had ever seen in my life. I knew that the image of her standing there like that was going to be etched into my brain forever, alongside the memory of the first time I saw my wife in a similar way. She was standing, leaning back against the table with her hands resting on it. Her position had her chest and perfect tits jutting out in display, as well as her cock, which stood proudly at attention. She beckoned me closer. When I got close enough, she took the wine and glasses from my hands and placed them on the table.
“I can pour my own glass in a minute,” She told me. “But first, I haven’t had quite enough of that mouth of yours.”
I dropped back down to my knees without hesitation, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside me. I looked up at her, taking in the sight of her gorgeous body and the way her cock stood proudly erect in front of me. I reached out with one hand and gently took hold of her shaft, feeling the smooth skin and the way it pulsed with desire. I wrapped my other hand around her balls, feeling their weight and the way they shifted in my grip. With a soft moan, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the length of her shaft, feeling the way her skin twitched as I licked her. I could taste the salty pre-cum that was already leaking from her tip, and I knew that she was just as eager for this as I was. Slowly, I took her into my mouth, feeling her cock slide between my lips and over my tongue. I hand practiced enough with my dildo that now that I was in charge of the pace and depth I had more options. I took her deeper and deeper, feeling her filling my mouth and throat, until I could feel her balls pressed fulya escort against my chin. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer to her, and I could feel her body trembling with desire. I knew that I was doing something right, and it encouraged me to keep going. I started to suck her harder, swirling my tongue around her shaft and bobbing my head up and down. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her body tensing up as she got closer to coming.
Suddenly Denise pushed my head off of her cock, a trail of drool still connecting us as I looked up at her in confusion.
“Not yet,” She said with a smile before turning around, leaning on the table, and presenting her perfect ass to me.
I knew what she wanted and was happy to comply. I spread her cheeks, revealing her tight dark asshole. As I leaned in, I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t wait to taste it. I ran my tongue over the tight ring of muscle, feeling it pulse beneath my touch. The taste was earthy and musky, but it only fueled my desire. I buried my face in her ass, licking and sucking at her hole with increasing intensity. The taste was overwhelming, but I loved it. I could feel the soft flesh of her cheeks against my face, and it only made me want to go deeper. As I continued to explore her, I could feel her body tremble with pleasure. I knew I was doing something right, and I didn’t want to stop. The smell and taste of her were too good to resist.
As I continued to probe her ass with my tongue, I heard the distinctive sound of wine being poured into a glass. She said “Cheers” before taking a drink. I felt a strange, but pleasant sense of submission as she drank the wine I had chosen for us while I serviced her asshole. My tongue was getting tired by the time she stood up. Denise offered me a hand up and then a glass of wine.
“I really liked it,” She said. “You’ll have to let me know how it pairs with ass.”
I blushed and took a larger sip than I had planned for.
“I think that you know what time it is now,” She said.
I took another quick gulp of the wine before setting it back on the table. Denise took the opportunity to step behind me. She ran her hands down my lace covered front down to where my erection was trapped in the black lace of my panties. As her hands reached my erection, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Her touch was gentle yet firm, and I could feel my excitement growing with each passing moment. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against the back of my neck.
“Do you want more?” she whispered.
I nodded eagerly, unable to find the words to respond. With each stroke of her hand, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. But just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Denise stopped.
“Not yet, naughty boy,” she said with a sly grin. “I want to make this last.”
She stepped back, allowing me to catch my breath. As I did, I realized that my cock was still trapped inside my lace panties. It was an uncomfortable sensation, but I couldn’t deny the thrill it gave me.
Denise seemed to sense my thoughts, as she leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I know what you want, but you’ll have to wait a little longer.”
She pushed me forward so that I was bent over the table. Pushing my negligee up to fully expose my panty clad ass, she gently squeezed my butt.
“Very nice,” She commented.
She pulled down the back of my panties. I suddenly felt a sharp sing on my ass as she spanked me.
“Naughty boy,” She said admonishing. “You didn’t tell me you were wearing jewelry for me.” She spanked me again, this time on the other cheek. “Although, I must say that the green princess plug does look good on you.”
Denise adjusted my panties so that my ass was fully naked but my dick was still trapped in the lace, erect and leaking. She pulled on the plug a bit, twisting and pulling, but not enough to actually pull it out. I moaned and whimpered as she teased my asshole. After a few minutes of teasing, she leaned over my bent body.
“Is there something you want?” She whispered in my ear. I nodded. “You need to use your words,” She said in a singsong voice. “I want to hear you say it.”
It wasn’t the first time that I had ever asked for my ass to be fucked. It wasn’t even the first time I had been bent over like this needing to ask for what I wanted. But it was usually my wife being the one about to peg me. This was entirely different and I was suddenly embarrassed.
“Well?” she asked again, pulling on my plug, causing me to moan. “If there is nothing you want, we can just stop.”
I knew that she wanted this just as much as I did, but it worked anyways.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” I moaned out. “I want you to take the plug out of me and shove your cock deep inside of me!”
“It will be my pleasure.”
I could feel the heat of her breath on the back of my neck, and I shivered with anticipation. She reached around to remove the buttplug currently in my ass, stopping on the way to smack my ass again. As she slid the plug out of me, I let out a low groan.
“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered in my ear, her voice low and seductive, as she placed the plug next to my head on the table.
I nodded, unable to form words in this moment of intense pleasure.
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