My husband had agreed to let me have 3 hours alone with my friend. After a few months of having him as a third – or fourth – in our bedroom, I felt safe enough with him to allow one of my fantasies to play out: my husband dropping me off at his house like a prostitute. After eagerly awaiting for them to make arrangements, the day had finally come.
In my purse I had packed a change of clothes – my collar and leash, crotchless fishnets, and a slinky black dress – all items were requests directly from him. I was eager to please him. After all, I had fantasized about this encounter for months. I could barely contain my excitement on the drive over, giggling like a school girl, butterflies tickling my stomach. It was the same mixture of excitement and fear I felt before riding a roller coaster. Only this time, I’d be riding him.
He met me at the front door once I arrived, and I could tell he was nervous but excited, just like me. I jumped out of the car and hurriedly waved goodbye to my husband, and then I followed my friend into the kitchen, where I awkwardly explained what I had brought to wear for him. I was keeping my gaze lowered – I was too scared to look directly into his eyes. They always burned with a desire that made my knees weak. He could sense my hesitation, so he closed the distance between us and lifted my lips to his, warming mine with a passionate kiss. All of my fears and inhibitions melted away as I pressed myself against his body, allowing my fingers to run through his hair. He slowly pulled away, leaving me breathless.
“I was a little nervous, but now…I’m not. How about you?” he asked.
“Same.” I breathed. “Should I go change?”
“Yes.” He nodded, smiling.
I went to the bathroom, changing into my costume, and checked my hair and makeup. I smirked knowing it would all be destroyed soon.
He met me outside the bathroom door, and took me in with his eyes. He looked pleased with how I looked. I handed him my leash, and he led me back into the kitchen, pushing me towards the table, and again started kissing me as he felt his way up my dress, finding his goal between my legs, already wet and pulsing for him. I let out a soft moan as he touched me, and slowly started to lift myself onto the table. He responded by removing his pants, releasing his throbbing cock. He pushed me back so I was lying flat on the table, and he pulled me down to the edge for easy entry. With his arms holding up my legs, he pulled gently on my hips as he eased himself inside me. Feeling him was like heaven and my body immediately responded. My back arched and my eyes rolled back. Listening to what my body wanted, he began thrusting faster, and harder. I grasped at the table as I moaned uncontrollably, knowing I was already about to cum. He knew my body so well and gave it exactly what it needed. I called out his name as I came, and locked eyes with him, shocked with how fast he had made me finish. A grin grew across his face and I knew he wasn’t even close to being done with me.
He pulled himself out of me, his dick slick and shiny from my cum. Reaching out his hands he helped me off the table, and I took my leash and wrapped it behind his neck to pull him towards me for a deep kiss. Afterwards, I was barely able to whisper “where would you like me next?”. “The wall would look great with you pressed against it.” he suggested. I smiled as he led me to the far wall in his bedroom. First, he had me facing it, where he fucked me until I came again, then he immediately turned me around and pulled down the top of my dress, exposing my breasts, and continued to press me against the wall, now with me able to hold onto him for support. My body was wracked with pleasure as I came over and over again. I planted kisses and soft bites on his neck, and finally, he released me, and I collapsed into him, laughing at how weak I was. He instructed me to take off the dress, and I did as I was asked. Now I stood before him wearing only my collar and crotchless fishnets, and instead of feeling shy about my body, I felt like a goddess.
Next, we moved to the bed. He instructed me to lay down and I quickly obliged, watching as he knelt on the floor. “I need to taste your pussy.” he confessed. Expertly, his tongue glided over me, causing my back to arch in intense pleasure. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him into me harder. It wasn’t long until I couldn’t take it anymore and I begged for his dick again.
Out of all the positions we were to try that day, my favorite was missionary. Boring to some, maybe, but being able to gaze into his eyes, pull his hair, and press myself against him as he pounded into me was pure ecstasy. He would bite my bottom lip and I would see red, pulling him into me, pleading he fucked me harder. I would wrap my leash around him and pull him closer. His rhythm was so perfect and connected to my body’s needs. I think he knew my body better than I did. Waves of pleasure flooded over me again and again. I never wanted it to stop. But my sex god needed a break…if only for a moment.
After a few minutes, he suggested we use a wedge, so he propped it up on the edge of the bed and bent me over it, ass up. Grabbing my hips and my leash, he throttled himself into me and I gasped, grasping at the bedding and letting out screams of passion. As soon as I felt like I would pass out, he eased off of me, and I fell to the floor, unable to stand. Breathing heavily, I giggled and shook my head in disbelief and admiration. How was he so amazing?
I crawled around to the side of the bed – legs still too weak to stand – and gestured for him to sit on the edge so I could taste him. I wrapped my lips around his cock like I was thanking it for all the pleasure it had given me so far.
For over two hours we made love in every position, switching from the bed to a chair in the kitchen and back again. With every break we took I would stare at the ceiling in disbelief that I was this lucky to have such an amazing experience.
His phone alarm went off, and I felt so disappointed that my time was already over with him. He sighed, and I knew he felt the same. “Yeah, I’m not done with you yet…” he said, as he rolled me over onto my stomach and climbed straddled me. He expertly glided his dick into me and held me down as he started thrusting again. He bent down and whispered “You’re so beautiful it’s almost a shame to fuck you from behind.” I smiled and surrendered myself to him, and moments later, he surrendered himself to me. After a few hard strokes, he emptied himself into me, and I could feel him fill me up. He rolled off me, satisfied, and I jumped over to plant kisses all over his face before bending down to lick what I could from his cock, happily tasting him.
I knew our time together was at an end, and I would have to return to reality. But what an experience this was – I knew my body would never forget how wonderful he made me feel.
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