The Perfect Marriage, Part I, a short story by WA499674. Date added: 2012-07-21. Times viewed: 5548.
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- Intro: FF, het, oral, toys, light BDSM, MFF, MMF, my wife is the perfect spouse--she picks up for the both of us
THE PERFECT MARRIAGE
“Tell me it again.” I said.
“No, not here.”
“You owe me.”
“I do not.”
“Yes you do!”
“Last nights gin game—that’s why”
“Oh. I think that you cheated. Did you cheat? I’ll tell you later. Just not here, ….please.”
I loved to make my wife uneasy. (By the way--I had cheated). We were in the middle of McMenaman’s, a small bar on the water front in Vancouver,Washington. It was busy. We were in a booth in the middle of the bar. It would be hard for someone to listen to our conversation but they could if they tried. Bella looked great. She was 46 years old but looked like she was in her early 30’s. We had been married 25 years. She knew how to keep things very hot. Athletic in build, five feet eight, 120 pounds, short blond hair cut in a bob, small busted but not afraid to show what she had, great legs and a tight ass. She was sexy but also tried to be prim and proper unless she had a few drinks in her and then you would never know. She taught Sunday School and did a great deal of volunteer work. Most of the time, in order to protect our privacy and not let the church people know, we would have to go away for our “fun.” She was wearing a nice, very light weight, multi-colored knee length skirt, a sleeveless white blouse that was appropriately buttoned up so that no one would see the slightly too small demi bra she had on underneath. She wore white cotton panties and sandals. All very appropriate. She was on her third “appletinni” (the first one was at home—she would never drink three in public unless she was out of town). I might get her to tell the story if I kept plying her—but I decided to wait.
“I’ll wait—but you owe me. Unbutton one button on your blouse”
“No!.....I agree that I owe you but just not here---okay?”
I always liked it when she “owed” me. It meant a lot of fun later on tonight.
“Just one button.”
She looked at me straight into my eyes as she reached up and carefully unbuttoned the button. I could see the edge of her bra if she moved just right. She moved just right. The curves of her breasts were visible to me.
“I hate you.”
“You make me do things that I shouldn’t do.”
“Yes. Go into the woman’s room and take off your panties.”
“And while you are in the stall, I want you to think about what you will tell me later and I want you to bring yourself off.”
“Your choice—tell me now, right here, or go do what I told you to do and tell me later.”
“I’ll get even with you. You are going to go to hell for this.”
She wanted to do what I told her. It scared her. It scared the hell out of her. But it got her pussy wet and she liked to have her pussy wet. She liked it when I bossed her around. Of course, I liked it when it was her turn to be the boss.
She continued to stare at me as she rose from the booth. She walked towards the bathroom. She was gone 15 minutes. She wouldn’t look at me as she returned to the booth. Her cheeks were flushed. After she sat down she reached under the table and tapped me on the knee and then handed me her panties crumpled up in a ball. They were damp. I put them in my coat pocket. I asked for the bill as Bella finished her drink. She just stared at me the whole time. I couldn’t figure out if she was mad at me, turned on, or both.
We got into the car. I drove. She sat quietly. It was getting dark. The lights in the house were low. As we entered the home, she continued the silent treatment. She went back into our bedroom and closed the door behind her—not quite closed. This was a good sign. She knew that I liked to peek. I heard the big Jacuzzi tub running. This was a good sign also. She never liked to make love unless she was “clean.” I waited patiently. She sent me a text from the bathroom. She told me to come into the bedroom and “take off your clothes and put on your new silk boxers that I laid out on the bed for you and then leave—I’ll let you know when I am ready.” I did as I was told.
One hour later Bella entered the room dressed in a matching rose colored, a ‘barely there’ bra, g-string and garter belt with rose colored thigh hi’s attached to the garters and white 4 inch stiletto heals. She knows that I love those heels and what they do for her legs—causing her calves to be accentuated. She also knows that I love the rest of her outfit and that I would instantly become hard. She was holding an opened bottle of wine that was about ½ empty and a large wine glass that was about ¼ full. She took a drink and then said: “where shall I start?”
“At the beginning is always best.”
“Go get yourself another drink and then come over to the green chair and sit down and shut up.”
I did as I was told. My cock was semi hard. A small drop of pre-cum had formed on my boxers. As I started to sit down she sat in the other green chair directly across from me and about 8 feet away. A Persian carpet separated us. While I was pouring myself a drink she had gotten her little box from the bedroom that was filled with her vibrators. She pulled out the “rabbit”—her favorite and turned it on to test it and then set it aside and took another drink. The only light on in the room was the candle on the mantle of the fireplace. Soft music was playing. She lit a cigarette. She didn’t smoke except when she was drinking.
“It was two months ago. You had been gone on a business trip for a week. Before I go any further—it will be your turn the next time to tell the story—and it better be one that is really good.”
“Fine. Go on.”
“You had been gone for a week. I was going to have a garage sale. I told one of the women teachers that I knew from my volunteer work at the local elementary school-- she is named Kelly-- that I was going to have a sale and that if she had any stuff she wanted to sell to bring it over. You met Kelly at the Christmas party. She was the tall blonde. You seemed particularly entranced by her. She told me that she had a lot of stuff and could she help with the sale. I told her that she could.
Kelly arrived at around 7:30 AM on the next Saturday. She helped price and tag the stuff, set up signs on the road and just did everything. She was dressed in shorts that weren’t ‘short shorts’ but they were close leaving a lot of thigh showing. She had on really cute sandals and a tee shirt covering up another colored tee shirt. It was pretty obvious that she had no bra on because whenever there was a breeze her nipples would get erect. You remember that she was athletic looking. Her legs were ‘cut’ and she really didn’t need a bra since her breasts were small and really firm looking. She had lived with a girl friend, she told me, but they had ‘broken up.’ I was pretty sure that she was gay but maybe she liked boys too. It didn’t bother me either way. I liked her. She was smart, funny and good to be around.”
Bella continued on after drinking the rest of her wine. “We worked hard. We closed down the sale at 3:00in the afternoon, took down our signs and retreated to the house to drink and eat. We opened the first bottle of wine. She asked if she could smoke which really surprised me as she looked so athletic. I looked puzzled and she told me that she only smoked when she drank. She was more like me than I thought. She didn’t have any cigarettes and neither did I so we got two of your cigars, went on the deck with our wine and lit up.”
“She told me, as we finished the first bottle of wine and started the second that she really enjoyed the day. I told her that I had too. The cigars kept going out and we had to keep lighting them. She looked at me when I sucked on the cigar and said, “I’ll bet that is what sucking a cock would be like.”
Bella continued, “We both looked at each other and laughed so hard that we both almost peed ourselves. We finished our cigars, and drained the second bottle of wine and mostly staggered into the house. It was getting dark. We hadn’t had anything to eat so I took out some left-over’s and we noshed as we talked. The music changed and Kelly stood and started to dance in the middle of the room. I got up and danced also. We kept laughing. She pulled me in close when the music slowed down and we slow danced. She was taller them me—but not by much. Our arms were around each other and I could feel her breath. I could smell the cigar smell on her. I wanted to kiss her. I love the taste of cigar on your breath.”
Bella stopped her story and finished her glass of wine and then poured herself another. She picked up her “rabbit” vibrator, pulled aside her g-string and inserted the tip into her pussy and turned it on low. “How do you like it so far?”
I nodded my approval. My cock told the entire story as it was rock hard and erect. The spot of pre-cum had grown to about the size of half dollar.
Bella continued on but with one hand on her vibrator and the other holding her wine glass. “Before I could make a pass at her she bent down and kissed me. A woman’s kiss is so different. Soft. Not in a hurry. No tongue at first then just a little. I felt her hand move up to my breast. I was wearing what I had on tonight at McMenamin’s but instead of the demi bra I had on a just a soft cup cotton bra. She kneaded my nipple through the blouse and bra. I kissed her harder. She pulled away and turned her head, lowering it onto my shoulder as we continued to dance.”
“As the song ended she pulled away and told me that she had to go. I told her that she was too drunk to drive. She said that she would call a cab. I asked her how she would get her car home. I told her to stay and that there was no reason for her to go. She asked about you. I told her that you wouldn’t mind her staying. She wanted to know when you would be back. I told her that you weren’t coming back until Monday. She told me that she didn’t bring anything with her – no tooth brush, and no change of clothes. I told her that we would find something for her to wear and that I had an extra tooth brush. She moved in close to me, took my head in her hands and and kissed me again.”
Bella rose from her chair and walked towards me. She put her hands on the arms of my chair and leaned in and kissed me. My hands went to her bra covered breasts and I played with them for a moment and then slid my right hand over her g-string covered pussy. She was soaking wet. I told her, “finish the story.”
“No. You know the end. You’ve heard this story before. Why don’t we just fuck and get it over with?”
I knew she was drunk when she said “fuck.” The next thing she would say would be “cunt.”
“Finish the story.”
She pulled my cock out of my boxers and got on her hands and knees and began to suck me.
She continued to suck me, then pulled away and licked up and down my very swollen cock and the put it back into her mouth lowering herself all the way to the base of my cock. She took pride in being able to ‘deep throat’ me. I swallowed hard and said, “Finish the story.”
“Don’t you like this?”
“Yes—finish the story.”
“Get the cat-o-line tails.”
“Get it now or your punishment will be worse.”
She rose and went to the bedroom. She loved being punished. She would do things like this on purpose. The cat-o-nine tails was about 2 and ½ feet long. The handle was roughly half of that—and the remaining part was about 15 pieces of leather that were each about ½ inch wide and attached to the handle. Bella returned with the tool, gave it to me and then bent over showing me her beautiful round ass with the g sting covering only the tiniest part of it. I stood and told her again, “Are you going to finish the story or not?”
I swung the cat o nine tails. The 15 straps hit her ass at about ½ speed. I asked her again. She replied, “No.”
I swung again—this time a bit harder. Red welts started to form on her white ass cheeks. We repeated this 5 more times until, crying, she said that she would finish the story. I told her to return to her chair, put her vibrator into her cunt and tell the story. She did as she was told.
“I got her a pair of your boxers and a ‘wife beater’ tee shirt that exposed most of her tits when she moved just right—and she constantly moved just right. We sat and talked and pretty much avoided what we already both knew was going to happen. Finally, I looked at her, my heart racing and my cunt very wet and said, ‘let’s get a shower and go to bed.’ She nodded her agreement. We rose from the couch and went towards our master bedroom.
I watched her strip off her clothes and get into the shower. She had a small patch, just like mine, above her pussy and the rest of her private parts were shaved. I longed to touch her there and to smell her. I stripped off my clothes and entered the shower also. She smiled and we kissed again. I moved my hands to her breasts and then down her taunt belly to her cunt. I found her clit and gently massaged it and made it hard. It was the size of a large pencil eraser. She kept kissing me as I played with her clit and started to enter her cunt with my index finger—ever so slowly at first—just the tip of my finger. She pulled my hand away and pulled it to her mouth and sucked in my finger. She pulled the finger out of her mouth and lowered her hand to her breasts and began toying with my nipples. After several more kisses and with my tits sending messages straight to my cunt, she thankfully turned off the water and gently said, ‘lets move to the bedroom.’”
Bella was looking at me as she slowly plunged the vibrator in and out of her cunt, then pulling it totally out and resting the rabbit ears on her clit with the head of the vibrator pinched between the legs at their junction and the vibrator going straight up into the air. She was breathing heavier. Her eyes were only half open. Her legs were wide apart and I could see the juices on the inside of her legs. Her story telling became slower and more labored as she became closer and closer to an orgasm.
“We dried each other off-- taking a great amount of time on each others breasts and pussy. We walked hand in hand to the bed and lay down on it side by side. We played with each other’s pussy and breasts and kissed each other repeatedly. Kelly told me, finally, to roll over so that my back was to her. I felt her move down the bed and to start kissing my lower back and then my ass. She rolled me back onto my back and moved her head between my legs and began flicking her tongue on my clit and kissing the inside of my legs. It went on for a delirious amount of time. I could feel the orgasm rising in my loins. I pushed her head in deeper and felt her tongue inside of me while her teeth nibbled at my clit. I was in heaven. She moved back up on top of me so that we were breast to breast. She kissed me. I could taste my pussy on her lips. She continued to move up until she was sitting on my face and grinding her cunt into my mouth, tongue and nose. I found it difficult to breath but I didn’t want it to stop. She moved down on me and started to finger fuck me—first with one finger then two. She moved faster and faster. I screamed as I came. We both fell off each other so that we were lying on our backs, side by side. She was the first to talk, ‘have you ever been with a woman before?’ ‘No’ I told her—I lied. ‘Have you ever been with a man?’ I asked. ‘Yes.’ She replied. ‘Did you like being with a man?’ ‘I don’t know—I was pretty drunk and he was pretty hard on me. Why do you ask?’ I told her that you were good to me and knew how to treat a woman and that she might like it with you. She asked me, ‘do you want to share your man?’
Bella was now nearing her orgasm and stopped telling the story. I could barely hear her between her gasps. What I could hear was: “fuck me now, please fuck me now.” I went to her chair, pulled the vibrator from between her thighs and pulled her to her feet. I told her turn her back to me and put her hands on the chair and to spread her legs wide. I entered her from behind and fucked her until she begged me to come. She was in an uncontrollable orgasm when she pulled away, turned, sank to her knees, took my soaking wet cock into her mouth and bobbed her head in and out until I came. The spunk poured out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. I sank to my knees in exhaustion. We embraced and fell sideways to the floor and I quickly fell to sleep. Bella rose, as she always does and ran to the bathroom to clean herself.
When she returned, she laid down beside me and said, “Get your rest now big fella-- Kelly will be here tomorrow and you had better be ready for the both of us. When she goes on Sunday I expect to hear the story about you and Frank and me and how you will ‘take care of me’. I found them both, just as you told me to—you will get your fun tomorrow and I will get my fun next weekend—just like we did in Hawaii last year. So sleep my lover --for tomorrow and next week are going to be very tiring for the both of us.”
I knew it would be my turn to tell the story next and that she wanted the story about how she picked up Frank, brought him home, fucked him and how we were going to fuck her together next weekend. She liked getting fucked by two men at the same time. She knew that I liked fucking two women at the same time. We were great for each other. It was a perfect marriage.
(Part II will take up where this leaves off--Your ideas are welcome--)
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