The next day I was in a state of great excitement and anticipation. Strangely, I was so waiting for the moment when I had sex with my wife, what a strange feeling that I had left the night before, from my wife's unexpected decision to impose myself abstinence. Every time I think about it, it was instant erection.
first arrived home from work, and I began the comfortable clothing. I was determined to prove me right away what Ross had excited his idea, as soon as he entered the house. I love making love to my wife as soon it comes, while still wearing the clothes in the office door.
Finally I heard her enter, and I approached the door. Our eyes met once, and I knew immediately that she was intrigued by the new situation. Without saying anything, just closed the door, hugged her and put my hand on the buttocks ... I love the feeling of the beautiful Scarlett's ass wrapped in tight skirt and elegant wear at work. To my surprise, however, felt that she took her hand and moved away, drawing back by my kisses.
- This is no good, - she said, looking at me with a mischievous smile.
- What do you mean? - I asked, suddenly ashamed of my vehemence.
She remained silent for a moment, then said - we do need to talk. Come into the living room.
Strangely, I even took off his shoes, nor hinted at wanting to change. I think he knew the fascination exercised over me his put office, elegant skirts, jackets, high heels, and would continue to use it. We went into the living room and sat on the couch.
- The game that we started last night I was very excited, you know, - she said, speaking. - Me too - I confirmed I. She smiled. - I've thought long and hard, and I think the thing that excites me most of this situation is that I am to have you asked to hold you, and you've done what I asked. In short, it is I who command, no?
I stared at the uncertain, but I felt my erection grow even more if possible. Ross glanced all'indecente bump that swells the flap of my pants. - It seems to me that you like, this, - he said with a chuckle.
- I do not know - I said that I was starting to realize that the game could go far beyond what I expected. - How far can you go?
- Just how far will appeal to both, - she said. - You do not have be afraid, let me bring to the game.
- Okay ... - I murmured at last. Ross smiled, beaming, and gave me a kiss. Then he seemed to meditate a while. - I get excited as the idea that you're so eager, you know? - He said. He walked over and whispered in my ear: - there you have it so hard. - His hand rested on my thigh, brushing the State but without touching it. - But I do not see it, what is hard, - she continued to murmur. - Do not want to undress me?
Without answering, I unbuttoned his pants, doing to get him out, but Scarlett's hand stopped me. - I did not ask to pull it off, - he said - but to strip. Take off your clothes.
His tone was still nice, but this time he made the sentence as if it were an order. I looked for a moment hesitating. Scarlett was sitting on the couch, a bit 'sideways, so inviting her beautiful legs (wearing black stockings and black shoes), discovered by up to mid-thigh skirt in that position was a bit relaxed' raised. It was obvious that she was not willing to divest itself, and the thought that I would be naked if I obeyed - he wanted me completely naked? - In front of her dressed so formal, office, swept me like a wave of excitement never felt before. I could not speak, I simply do what I asked, taking off all his clothes - and first shoes socks, then pants, shirt, boxers and finally, being completely naked in front of her ... standing in front of her seat. I kept my hands on his hips, gasping, my bully erection almost painful, in plain sight at the height of his face. How I wish I had his mouth ... Scarlett, however, had the situation in hand and it was obvious that he was not going to allow me to vent my early desire ... indeed, I could not even be certain that it would grant me. Naked in front of her, I felt subdued than I had ever happened, even on occasions when my wife had tied to the bed.
and Scarlett actually wanted to enjoy the situation calmly. Suddenly, a very light the mischievous sparkle in the eyes. Staring at me and said, - it is really hard, true love? - I nodded, and she came up with his hand. For a moment I hoped that would take it and masturbate, but I was under the illusion, however, hit him with some slight slap in the face, making it sway, as if to test the hardness. I was surprised by this gesture, I drew back with a groan, but then went back to straighten the back, allowing her to strike him again. Do not hurt me, they were patting quite delicate, but rather was the humiliation, the fact that my member was treated as a commodity, like his toy, to redden the cheeks and make me gasp. I continued to hold his arms outstretched at his sides, as if I were tied, watching Ross which in turn stared at me with that look ...
- You like how I'm dressed? - He finally asked, suddenly.
- Very, - I replied.
- No pantyhose, you know, - she said, smiling. - Today I put the garter belt, for the office. I felt ... too nasty for the tights.
He laughed. I stood looking at her, wondering where he was coming. His words flashed in my mind the idea that he had not put the garters for me, for that occasion that afternoon that promises of sex, as I had hoped, had put him to "go to the office," a place where had to do with other males. It was just a thought, but also helped to excite, in a way that I had yet fully understood. Ross kept talking, whispering voice sensual. - But also like you, see me in suspenders, is not it?
"Me too" ... The first thought was reinforced. Who else? However, I nodded. - Yes, very.
- Can we do something, then, - said Scarlett. - Now I could open a little 'legs and pull up your skirt a little, so you can see, if you get on his knees before me.
Once again I could not understand all the feelings that overwhelm me ... unable to speak, I just nodded, and slipped down, I kneel before her. Ross smiled and spread apart the legs as he had promised, just a little. The sight of her beautiful legs tightly up to mid-thigh in those black silk stockings, and then just above her panties ... delicious lace panties, translucent, through which you could see the darker shade of hair was visible even Ross and the crack.
- put more down, you'll find better love, - she whispered. - A four-legged ...
I looked uncertain. A four-legged ... Scarlett realized that she was going too far, but did not intend to go back. - Get on all fours for me and you'll get a small prize, right?
With hesitation, but I obeyed. I sat on all fours, naked in front of my wife on all fours in our living room. I went back to watching the beautiful scene of Scarlett's thigh under her skirt, wondering what reward I would receive. Maybe I would finally allowed to possess? We had gone much further, maybe now he was finally satisfied, and I could vent all my desire of her body ... I thought how I would have taken, how thoroughly I would have come in her pussy when the game was over ...
But instead of ending, the game became even more perverse ... Ross said simply: - Bravo, now you have your prize.
He leaned forward, staring, smiling, slowly and reached only one hand ... I felt her belly, then I heard her close around my member, holding it gently. That simple touch for me was the promise of liberation, the promise of the fulfillment of my desire ... sure, maybe his intention was just masturbating, but it was still a liberation. I closed my eyes, anxiously waiting for her to start masturbating, milk them that way but perhaps humiliating when I felt so much need ...
But Ross remained motionless. I opened my eyes and met his gaze. - Tell me the truth now - then he said, staring, whispering and sensually. - The truth: do you like that?
- Yes, - I replied without hesitation. Instinctively, I had to move her hips to rub my member in her hand, but she gave me a quick shook his head, and stopped.
- I mean, you really like? As I do? Like I have control in this way?
- Yes, - I said again, finally letting go - I like ... I like very, very much ...
- And if now I say that as a reward you can push back and forth in my hand ... but do not come? That even today you make me come to you but there will be no satisfaction ... New?
I half-closed eyes, I knew that my State had responded to me, pulsing and swelling in the hands of Scarlett while she said those things ... but I answered anyway ... - Yes ... I also like this ... - I murmured.
Ross kissed me on lips, I opened my mouth, but she drew back. Even that, even a real kiss belonged to the category of things that were no longer taken for granted, that she could give me or not. - Next, - he said. - You can masturbate in my hand, until I tell you to stop.
I should feel ridiculous, something inside me told me that I should tell her to give up the pretense, and then take them into the living room. I was even sure there would have been in high spirits as it was. There was no reason to suffer humiliation ... no other reason than that excited me. I began to rub it in the hand that Ross held property, I was like a little dog that you rub on the leg of the master. When I to close my eyes, Scarlett whispered to me - no, not like that, look at me. - And then I stared at her, let her look at the grimaces of pleasure that I did as I was leaving to go to that pathetic, ridiculous riding, smiling at me impassively, amused by the one who had brought me.
Soon I felt the pleasure to grow, and accelerate the pace, Scarlett, who knew me well, he recognized that crescendo and suddenly let go. I stood panting, with hanging and standing member who still rocks, just a drop of humor at the tip, gionfio desire.
Ross returned to lean on the back of the sofa, watching satisfied, still holding her thighs parted, offering a view of her panties. My gaze returned to his thighs, which now appeared in the deep damp of his moods. Staring pleased, even my wife spread her thighs, slipping his hand into her panties. - I like it so much so eager to see you, my love, you know? - He said, squinting as he gave pleasure with slow, gentle circular movements. - Yeah .. - I murmured, panting slightly, looking into his eyes for a moment and then go back to fix the exciting spectacle of his hand moving on her sex, barely visible through the translucent panties. - Even if you are not able to come, I want to be, true, my love? - He asked again. - Yeah .. I do ... - I answered. - Would you like to lick her through her panties? - I nodded. - Oh yes, I would very much like, - I said. It was true. Her sex, which was starting to smell, I was attracted by an irresistible. For some reason it seemed even more attractive now that I knew he was no longer available to me, as it was in our years of marriage, now that Scarlett had decided not to indulge.
With malice with which I knew could not, Scarlett got up slowly, pulling up her skirt as she did. Then, she turned her back to me. The panties she was wearing were, in fact, a thong, a thin thread disappeared between the buttocks of beautiful Scarlett. He approached me, put his hand on his head, pushing her face towards her buttocks, and leaning forward so that I could reach her sex with his tongue. With his face pressed against her buttocks as full and round, pushed out his tongue, resting on his sex. I began to lick it with devotion, choosing the moves that I knew made her more pleasure, and pressing on her clit and moving his tongue in a circle, alternating with short licking labia and slit. Her panties were wet and I felt his bitter but delicious flavor. Ross began to moan with pleasure, pushing my face harder against her, and continued to lick it long, for a time that seemed endless, with the State increasingly hard, until I grabbed his head with both hands and began to tremble in his first orgasm the day (or at least, was the first for what I assume).
For the rest of the afternoon and evening, Ross asked me to remain naked. But she was always dressed, which made absolutely explicit and clear my new position of submission to him. We did prepare a drink and then dinner, then watches television, she on the couch, I at his feet on several occasions, she asked me to lick, to orgasm, was four times in all. For most of the time I was excited, even if Ross did not touch any more. I had already had what she considered appropriate to grant, with the rapid, humiliating pseudo-saw in the living room.
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