[MF] Part Two

If you read my last story, you might expect this one to be about Kristin — the young girl with the runner’s body who lived next door and tempted me away from my wife. In a way, you’d be right. This story is about Kristin. But I don’t fuck her. Yet.

For the entire weekend after I kissed Kristin in the gym, I stayed away from anywhere I might run into her. My wife came back Sunday night from her trip, and she was tired and a bit stressed. I was wracked with guilt and a bit nervous. I was also incredibly turned on. I’d been staying away from Kristin but thinking about her constantly. I wanted to try and refocus on my wife, so I brought out some old favorites of ours: A blindfold, a magic wand vibrator, and a pair of “footcuffs,” which were handcuffs that we liked to use around my wife’s ankles. I blindfolded and cuffed my wife, and then I went down on her while she kept her hands above her head. After her pussy lips were full and swollen, I spanked her and fingered her for another five or so minutes. It always drove her crazy when I did that, and she started begging for the vibrator.

I was still thinking about Kristin, next door. The bedroom my wife and I were in wasn’t very close to the wall that connects our apartment with Kristin’s, so I carried my wife into the living room. I don’t think I had ever carried my wife around while she was blindfolded before, but it was easier to carry her than make her try and walk with the footcuffs on. And she liked it, twisting eagerly in my arms and asking where I was bringing her. I put her down on the couch by the wall connecting us to Kristin, and I told her to beg loudly if she wanted the vibrator. She wanted it, and she begged for it. If this were a normal fuck, I’d have her suck my dick while I stood over her and used the vibrator on her wet pussy. I’d call her a good girl a few times, turn the pulse mode on, and make her cum before fucking her. We’d go to bed satisfied and comfortable.

It wasn’t a normal fuck. I was mad at my wife for keeping me from Kristin, I was mad at Kristin for making me betray my wife, and, more than anything, I was mad at myself for all of it. Actually, more than anything, I was horny. I wanted the little runner next door to hear me dominating my wife. I flipped the vibrator to pulse and put it directly on my wife’s clit. That would usually be too much for her, the sensation would overwhelm her before she could cum and then she’d have trouble building back up afterwards. Sometimes though, I could talk her into the right headspace, get her to endure it, and then make her meltdown into a massive orgasm. I wanted tonight to be one of those times.

My wife would call me sir in bed every couple of months. It was almost always when I came home wearing a suit and it was almost always her idea. She would always try it out shyly as we were warming up and then lean into it more and more as we kept going. I liked it but I didn’t push it on her. The times she did it were spontaneous and authentic. She would mean it, I would fill the role she wanted, and it would turn us both on. She would give herself up to me and I would reward her. My wife wanted tonight to be one of those times.

When I pressed the pulsing vibrator onto my wife’s clit, I told her I was going to count to 20, and she was going to say “I want to cum for you” after every number. I told her she was going to say it louder every time. My wife said “Yes sir.” And, after “one”, she said “I want to cum for you sir.” It as breathy and strained, but not too loud. By fifteen, she was punching the words out in a single shout, her stomach tight. I was loud too, stern and commanding, “Not yet. Louder. Sixteen.” Just before we hit twenty, I used a little trick and ended the count at nineteen. I knew if I gave her twenty, she’d cum while giving her last response. So I turned off the vibrator and made my wife wait.

I told her we were going to count to twenty again. I sat her up on the couch, on her knees with her back straight and her face to the rear of the couch, to the wall. I said “One” and spanked her hard on her exposed ass. “I need to cum for you sir.” She was playing along so well. Halfway through, I traced two fingers over her ass, down between her thighs, and pushed her legs slightly apart. I pulled my hand back, said “11”, and slapped my wife’s pussy, fingers smacking hard against her clit and labia. She yelped, started to shake, and collapsed against the back of the couch, cumming. I pushed my fingers inside her and fingerfucked her dripping wet pussy. She tensed through her orgasm, pussy tightening around my fingers. When she was through, she panted. Eventually, she could talk again, “Oh my god baby, that was fucking amazing. What got into you?”

She asked what she could do for me. I told her to just stay like she was, that I wanted to masturbate and cum on her. She stuck her tongue out and tried to writhe sexily for me as I groaned and jerked off. She asked me if I liked being called sir, if I liked taking control of her like that. I closed my eyes and thought about what we had just done, about what Kristin might have just listened to. About what she might still be listening to, if she was up against the wall as my wife called herself my good little girl. I came hard, dumping hot cum all over my wife as I stroked my thickly veined dick. By the time I opened my eyes, she was covered in it.

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