So, I write pretty often, in a much different genre, and I am interested in starting to write erotica. I feel this is too light, but I wanted to post it here. This would act as a forward for a dominance, and/or cuckold compendium. I apologize for any spelling errors as I kind of have to work in secret, thanks.
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The first thing you should know about my wife, let’s call her Brenda. is that she is in control of everything. She runs her own business without an assistant, manages our family, and always keeps everything from crashing down around us. I have begged her to get an assistant to try and take care of a few things, but she won’t have it, she would rather be exhausted than to lose control. So, you would imagine by disbelief at just how much she lost control while she was folded under a man twice my size, taking deep relentless strokes. Turns out, she was always nine and half inches away from letting go.
We have always had a very healthy sex life, fucking around at least twice a week, sometimes three. When we were it could get up into twice a day, any place anywhere. The heat between us used to seem like it fueled the sun. She would pull me into a broom closet as cliché as that sounds, or I would pull her panties to the side in the middle of the park at night. She would grind her hips into me while people walked by. Between the breeze and her warmth, she could work me into insanity within a few minutes. My hands up her shirt, filled with breasts she always thought were too small. I could feel the rhythm of us while she moved. She would always start pounding so hard when she knew I was close, and I’ll never forget how she would laugh as my cum would drip out of both of us into the breeze. We were something else.
Now, we are something else. Mostly tired. From chasing around a family, and a salary, those people have been put to sleep. Sex in the park, has turned into getting up thirty minutes earlier to masturbate in the shower, or racing against the nap clock. The cliché pendulum has swung from one clock hand to another. I don’t blame her, she can work over eighty hours a week, so when she comes home and kicks her heels off, she doesn’t feel like it. After dinner is made, and everything is calming down for the night, she will prop her feet on one me while we are lounging on the couch. That’s her signal. I will give her feet a firm handed rub, and she gets lost. I can see the motors turn into gear as she lays her head back and enjoys. I will rub until my hands are going to break, and then I slip my hand up her thigh and passed her skirt. I can feel the heat and wetness, so I tell her to get into the room while I finish everything up.
When we were younger, she would have raced down the hall, changed into a nighty, and danced around the room for me, but not anymore. Once the house was shut down and asleep, I ease my way into the room, and I can see the bright glow of her laptop on the bed. I can hear the low buzz of a want, and the slow moans of porn. She just lies there and invites me into the bed. Her body is still amazing, even though she complains about it. The sweet thickness of age falls so well on her.
“What are we watching/” I ask.
“The usual,” She replied.
On the screen a young coed seemed to be in hysterical danger on a dirty street? I don’t pay much attention; the story is pointless. A Deep and Rough insignia floats down in the corner. Once upon a time our bedroom viewing was the most vanilla affair. Lesbians, threesomes, kink, the typical. Over the last few months things have changed a bit; we are getting into rough territory. Mostly aggressive B.D.S.M and cocks, much larger than mine even folded in half. She used to hide it, but once I found it on her laptop, we have become much more open to the genre. The toys have gotten much bigger, and she has really started to enjoy herself again.
I scrubbed the video forward a bit so we can get into the meat of the action. The scene changes, to the cooed being folded into a couch as a cock at least ten inches starts to slowly dip into her tiny body. I can hear my wife’s wand turn up another notch as she grabs my hand and puts it on her breast. She signals me to take off my pants, and I fumble them on to the bed. She takes my dick in her hand and starts stroking it unenthusiastically. As the action starts to mount on the screen, the girl starts getting fucked harder and harder, her screams fill the room a bit, and I can feel Brenda’s enthusiasm grow. The wand is passing her clit over, and over on the strongest setting as she imagines being stretched by that deep thickness. I reach my hand in and I can feel a dripping wetness I haven’t felt in a while. Her body writhes in pleasure as the second orgasm seizes her up. Her toes curl and she has to bite a pillow not to scream. She comes back to earth gasping and seizing, it was a good one.
She starts to fumble in her bottom drawer, which I know what is coming next. She pulls out from her size drawer a very large insertable. Typically, we only use it occasionally, but she has been using it more often. She has nearly forgotten about me as I keep stroking myself to the video in front of us. The girl is now being hoisted in the air and being fucked in the cradled arms of the guy. The camera man stands below them so you can watch every inch massage her to orgasm after orgasm.
Usually Brenda needs a little lubrication to get this toy in, usually around 9 inches insertable, but tonight it slid right in. She gasped as it bottomed as the way to the base. Her eyes shot open in a bit of fear and pain but ended in joy. “Take it” she said. She put my hand on the spongy suction cup. And laid her head back on the pillow. “I want to tell you about my day,” she closed her eyes, and I started to plunge. The toy glided smoothly around her tight lips, and she started to shutter a little.
“There is a new guy at work,” I felt my heart drop a little, “I hired him. He is beautiful, and I can’t stop thinking about him. I see him walking around the office with his sheer pants, and, just, a bulge the size of my wrist bouncing around.” She could feel me slowing down the strokes, she told me to keep going. “I have been soaked all day just thinking about him grabbing me up off my desk and force feeding me. Oh..god, harder.” I started to stroke harder, watching each vein massage her wetness. “Just right there, come right into my office close the door and have at me. Push me on my desk and push that cock into me. It has to be nine, ten inches. Uh …fuck…” She made a guttural sound I had never heard before as she came. I stroked through her orgasm, and she just seemed to keep coming.
Her body convulsed and shook for nearly a minute before she came back to reality. I thought she was going to be finished, but she took the suction portion out of my hands and immediately based the entire thing into her. She pushed kept pounding without saying a word, sometimes using both hands to abuse her pussy. “Fuck.” jumped out of her lips and she made a deep guttural scream that sounded like nothing but extremely deep satisfaction. I had never made her cum like that.
Her soft body was red blotted and beaded with sweet. Her toes were in a curl that seemed like it would never unfurl. Her orgasm had lasted at least a minute or more. She just laid there completely satisfied, and away from the world. We didn’t say anything to one another. My cock throbbed from watching her cum like that. I moved her toy off the bed and got down on the bed side in front of her. I grabbed her legs and pulled her towards me. Her pussy was red and aching from orgasm after orgasm. I spread her lips, and she jerked. My breath was enough to knock her down, but I had to have a taste.
I placed a soft tongue on her clit and felt her world go on fire. Her feet went straight on my shoulders, and she gasped for air. Each swirl of my tongue took another word out of her mouth. I stroked myself to the rhythm of my tongue. Sloppy movement turned to sucking her clit, which seemed to be connected to her soul. She tasted like delicious satisfaction and wetted my face to a near drip. It didn’t take long for us to both cum, she was gone for a while this time.
When she came back, she just pulled herself up on the bed and stared. We didn’t speak. I knew we wouldn’t ever be the same after this.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bs7te6/control_freak_mf_cuckold_masturbate
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