Laura's Story

Thanks darkforest, that does sound like a very enjoyable evening!

GH and Trf2, thanks to both of you. Nobody ever said that being a cuck would be easy!

peak, that whole locked up thing - wow, you have a previously unrevealed sadistic streak in there, don't you? I think Laura is enjoyng the story about now - she has fed me several new reports in the last few days, some of which I came back to in my email. Now I just have to find time to convert them into story!________________________________________________________________ ___________





It was a strange but exciting situation, to be sitting there next to Ben while sneakily exploring inside of Matt’s pant leg – and all in a very public place. I didn’t know if I was succeeding in turning on Matt, because he was doing a fine job of acting as if nothing was happening, but I was certainly succeeding in heightening my own arousal! Wriggling my toes up into his shorts was a slow process, what with having to get past some folds and wrinkles in the course of the journey, but before too long I found what I knew could only be the soft, warm skin of his ample scrotum. His eyes flicked quickly to mine and then away again, as if he was fascinated by the band finishing tuning their instruments.

He and Ben were still discussing the design of his new spa area and the logistics of getting everything prepared, installed, and operating, as if it was already a fait accompli. Last I’d heard he was just thinking about getting one! Apparently he had made up his mind with the prospect of us using it as well, but the idea of him sitting and chatting with my husband while my toes fondled his balls was, for some reamister, intensely arousing for me! Perhaps it was the sense of danger, which was something entirely new to me. Whatever it was, I was becoming quite warm – and quite wet!

My toes found the firm but resilient sphere of one of his big testicles, and when I gently prodded it his eyes narrowed in what was, I think, an almost imperceptible wince. I knew I was not being too rough, and that his expression was more one of concern, or fear of discovery, than it was of pain. I almost laughed out loud, but managed to stop myself. As I continued to rub and stroke his heavy sack with my toes, I dropped my left hand to Ben’s right thigh, allowing it to rest about midway between crotch and knee briefly before sliding it upwards until the outer side of my little finger met the junction of the inseams of his jeans, and thus the tidy bulge of his package encased in his tighty whities beneath his jeans.

I stopped there, moving my finger against the denim, gently prodding his package and wishing again that he wore adult-style boxers so that his cock was dangling down his pants leg like cocks are supposed to! I had tried several times to get him to switch, even buying him sexy silk boxers on several occasions, but he always reverted back to the style his lady had chosen for him when he’d graduated from diapers. Oh well, at least his kiddies’-style underwear didn’t have Spider Man or Sesame Street characters on it; things could always be worse!

I realized that if our waitress showed up I would have to move my hand away quickly, but otherwise, unless someone was actually looking, nobody was likely to notice me teasing my husband. As for my foot in Matt’s pants, it was fully concealed from above by his shorts; all I would have to do is stop wriggling my toes so that nobody would think he had a gerbil in his pants! This was fun; I don’t know about the two guys, but I was rapidly becoming so horny that my heart was pounding and I had to focus on not breathing heavily and giving myself away!

Curious if I was having the same effect on either of them, I wriggled my foot just a bit further into Matt’s pants – about to the limit of the reach of my leg beneath the table – until my toes found the thick base of his cock. He was hard – very hard - and my big toe and second toe parted to straddle the thumb-thick ridge that ran up the underside of his wide shaft as I began to slowly stroke and masturbate his big cock with my toes. I was gratified to see his face flush, and to watch a bead of sweat form on his upper lip before he took his napkin and wiped it away.

As for Ben, when I moved my hand just long enough to give his package a quick squeeze, I was pleased – but not surprised – to feel his hard little cock jutting upward toward his navel. With the knowledge that I was pinned between two very sexually aroused men my own arousal soared, and my little pussy felt like a molten pool. I figured that I was probably totally soaking my panties - but I really didn’t care! Ben jumped slightly when I squeezed him, apparently surprised by it; I had to stifle a laugh which would have been inappropriate to the conversation we were having at that particular moment, which involved utility bills and the possible detrimental effects that a spa might have on them.

When a couple of Tubby’s employees showed up near us and began to move tables around, clearing the space between the wall where our booth was located and a couple of pool tables across the room in order to make space for a smallish dance floor, I had to move my hand from Ben’s privates or risk being seen. I did not have to remove my foot from Matt’s pants however, and I wondered idly if I could give him a good enough ‘foot job’ to make him come – and whether or not he would enjoy that! I knew that I couldn’t, of course; I did not have enough freedom of movement to effectively masturbate him this way. It was an exciting thought though, and his big, hard cock certainly felt very nice under my questing toes.

When the music started up for real, the band finally ready to play, I turned to Ben. “Enough boring spa talk - are you going to dance with me?”

He sighed theatrically. “If I have to.”

Matt laughed, and I shook my head. “You always talk like you hate it, but you’re a very good dancer! I’m starting to think it’s just me you don’t want to dance with.”

Surprising me, he slid out of the booth and stood up, reaching out his hand. “Well, come on then! I don’t want you thinking that.”

Problem was, I still had my right foot in Matt’s crotch! I pulled it back quickly, seeing him wince as I none too gently rubbed it across his balls, and then fumred to get my sandal back on beneath the table. Succeeding finally, I moved across and rose to my feet. As we turned to go, Matt said “Hey Ben, if you get tuckered out let me know and I’ll tag-team with you. I wouldn’t mind taking her for a spin.”

To me there was something more than a little sexual in his suggestion, but I replied “Oh great! Now I’m an old used car or something! You sure know how to make a lady feel special.” He just laughed and waved us off, and Ben led me away from our table and out to mix with the other dancing couples.

The band was as good as I remembered, playing a mix of late sixties and early seventies rock and somewhat more recent country, probably mostly nineties. We got into it pretty quickly – another benefit of a longish marriage is a very familiar dance partner – and I was enjoying it thoroughly. Ben really is a good dancer, graceful and fluid for all that he doesn’t bother to stay very fit. He moves well on the dance floor, and is always smiling, appearing to be having fun, and he easily adapts to whatever I do so that it almost looks as if we practiced! We dance well together, and I will admit to a little bit of vanity in noticing that some people seemed to watch us and key off of our moves.

It has always brought me a great deal of pleasure to be with Ben, out in public, having fun together, noticing the glances he gets from some women – especially when he is dancing – and knowing that he is mine. Tonight was no different, and when a slower dance tune came up I relished being taken into his arms and holding myself against him as he moved us to the music. I noticed immediately that he was hard and pressed myself against him suggestively, moving my hips in a way that he could not mistake for anything other than sexual heat, and was rewarded with a small exclamation near my ear.

“Good lord woman! What has gotten into you?”

I wondered momentarily how he would react if he knew exactly what had gotten into me – what an odd choice of words, and what a dirty little thought it had inspired! “Mmmm. Do you object?” With our lips near each other’s ears it was easy to talk over the music without being overheard.

“No, of course not! I will admit that the crotch grab at our table caught me a little off guard.” He paused momentarily, allowing himself to enjoy me rubbing against him. “Mmm, nice – but why are you so horny?”

“Because I’m thinking about keeping your big cock hard and horny all night, like you promised – and about sucking you later until you come in my mouth.” I licked his ear, slowly and suggestively

He laughed. “Wow, you really do have it bad - you never talk like that! Not that I mind, you understand. You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think that being around Matt was making you hot.”

That rattled me a little, I suppose because it was true. I tried to cover it up. “Well, it is kind of good for my ego to be out with two such handsome, virile studs.”

“Huh! Should I be worried that my wife describes our neighbor as a handsome, virile stud? I mean, I know I fit the description, but…”

I laughed. “Well, you have to admit, he does look pretty sexy tonight! Did you see all the women watching him when he went to the bathroom?”

I felt Ben shrug in my arms. “I really didn’t notice that he was sexy – he’s not really my type, you understand – but I guess I can understand what women see in him. You know, tall, rugged, all those big muscles, those blue eyes... Some women are just suckers for all that superficial masculine stuff. Fortunately for me, you can look deeper than that!” He ended with a small self-deprecating chuckle.

I joined him in laughing. “Yeah, right, lucky for you that I didn’t notice that he has the body of a Greek god!”

I felt Ben nod his head against mine. “Right! But lucky for him, someone else apparently did.”

For a moment I didn’t understand what he meant, and then he inclined his head to the right – where Matt was now dancing with the same blond that had been ogling him as he walked to the restroom, the one that had met my eyes as she waited for a table! I was very surprised to feel an almost instantaneous dislike for her, and a bright flare of jealousy. I recognized it immediately for what it was, at the same time knowing that it was ridiculous, that I had absolutely no right to feel any sort of jealousy or possessiveness toward Matt; I was dancing with the only man for whom I held that right. Still, even knowing how crazy it was, I couldn’t help feeling that way. It had come unbidden, a complete surprise to me, but I wasn’t going to try to fool myself about what I felt. I felt hurt, and betrayed!

Ben must have felt me tense up, my body stiffening. He pulled back slightly to look at me. “Are you OK?”

“What? Yes, I’m fine. Let’s just dance, OK?” I looked away from Matt and his new friend, maneuvering us until they were behind me, where I wouldn’t see them. It just struck me as wrong that he should be dancing with another woman, holding her tightly to him, when we had just had sex a few hours before! And not just sex, but very passionate, very deeply satisfying sex, during which I had completely opened myself to him, surrendering my inhibitions and making myself completely vulnerable – and now, when I could almost still feel him moving inside of me, he was wrapped around another woman. It was just wrong!

I tried to relax, to get over my pique and let myself move with Ben’s lead, but he still seemed to sense a change in my demeanor. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you were pissed off that Matt is dancing with another woman.”

“Well, he came with us.”

A small chuckle. “Laura, get real! What’s he supposed to do, just sit there like a lump? Besides, why do you care?”

“Well… I don’t, really. It just seems rude to bail out on the people you go out to dinner with.” I knew it sounded weak even as I said it.

“He didn’t bail out – he’s just dancing.” His voice took on a teasing tone. “What’s wrong, isn’t one handsome, virile stud enough for you? Were you planning to wear out both of us?”

It worked; I laughed. “Well, I’m sure I probably could, but I guess I’ll have to make do with just one. Lucky for me I got the first pick!” It seemed as though the more rational part of my brain was taking over, accepting that I had no right or cause to be jealous. As much as I had disliked seeing him with this blond, he had been required to sit all evening and watch me with my husband – even as I had teased and stroked his genitals with my toes. I wondered if he had felt any jealousy, but assumed he probably had not – after all, he knew all about Ben long before today’s activities. Of course, I knew he regularly dated other women as well; I just had not been prepared to confront that fact so up close and permisteral!

We danced through a couple more tunes, and then returned to our table for a take and a brief rest. Matt and the blond slut (Hey, I know it’s unfair, but it’s what I’ve decided to call her!) continued to dance, at that moment another slow one during which she practically wrapped herself around him in a full-body press. I looked away, but Ben watched with interest. He shook his head. “Man! That babe is rubbing herself all over him – kind of like you did to me.”

I sniffed. “But I’m married to you, and I was teasing – she’s just on the make.”

He laughed. “On the make? Do people still use that expression?”

“I just did! Look at her, you can tell she’s just got her panties all hot for him!”

“Are you jealous?” He cocked an eyebrow at me.

“No! Why should I be jealous?”

“That’s what I was wondering. Do you suppose he’s hard, and she’s rubbing herself on his bulge?”

“You’re disgusting! And yes, I imagine he is, the way she’s practically getting off right there on the dance floor!”

He nudged me. “So, do you think he’s hung? Do you suppose she can feel a big ol’ cock and wants some more of it? He’s a big guy, he’s probably got a big cock, don’t you think?”

I felt my breath catch in my throat and my blush begin to rise, but I slapped his arm to try to cover. “I wouldn’t know – and besides, I never thought about it. Why are you being so gross?”

He laughed. “You are such a liar!” My heart stopped momentarily, until he went on. “Like you never thought about it – what a bunch of bull that is! I’ll bet you’ve even fantasized about him, the way you like being around him, and talk about him all the time. You’d love to find out what he’s got in his pants, just admit it!”

“Jeez, Benny! I should know better than to make you so horny and not finish things! I think maybe it’s you that wants to know what he’s got in his pants – maybe you could ask him to show it to you.” I shook my head. “Poor baby, are you so horny that even other men are starting to look good to you?”

He laughed. “Well…no, not quite – yet! But if we don’t attend to things soon, you know what they say, any port in a storm…”

I looked quickly around, and saw that nobody was looking our way. I reached quickly under the table and grabbed his crotch, squeezing and tugging at him briefly. He was still rock-hard; apparently our little bit of sexual teasing and innuendo maintaining a high degree of arousal for him – as it was for me - I was dripping wet! “Mmm, you’re hard as stone! Could I make you come, right here in the bar?”

He groaned. “God! About another thirty seconds of that, and I probably will. You’d better quit.”

I didn’t. I squeezed his hard penis, rubbing it through his pants. “Poor baby! Are you going to lose control and wet your little panties?”

I felt him shudder. “Laura, please stop!” He grabbed my arm and held onto me, but I continued to manipulate him with my fingers.

“Wow, Little Benny is just so hard! Would he like to squirt out his little load? Wouldn’t that feel nice?” I was feeling very evil, and I could tell that Ben, although near panic, was enjoying the torment.

“Laura, stop! You can’t do this here!” His voice was beginning to sound very strained, almost fetishd with panic.

“Mmm, bet I could…”

“Hey guys, how was your dancing? Did you enjoy yourselves – and more importantly, have you ordered me another beer?”
Unseen, Matt had returned to our table – alone – and had basically caught me jerking off my husband. I pulled my hand away and leaned back, and as I did I heard Ben gasp.

Storm

Very nice, complex and confused; real human interractions.

Thanks

GH

Storm, great entertainment! Wondering where, when, how long before it all unfolds...

Agreed, great stuff! Love it!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Now there's a woman who enjoys life on the edge!

Stormy..... you're BOTH doing a wonderful job of telling this story.

I enjoy the updates and am very interested in seeing where this leads to.


Thanks!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

More, please! Continue!

Hot! I always get the best hardons reading this story! Thank you! To you and Laura!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Masterful Stormy, just masterful. You have the talent for delivering such well written stories. I can only guess where this one is headed, only Laura knows the answer to that question. Does it make the transition from cheating wife to cuckold husband somewhere down the road, or does Laura just leave Ben and move across the street? Anxiously awaiting the development of this story.

I have to put in a request for the boat people. They're all sitting there, ready to party, and you're ignoring them. Adam, Kristi and the gang need to cut loose and get the party started.

You know I'm just messing with you. I can only imagine how much time it takes to put just one of these segments together, we all appreciate your hard work, and I have to say.........thanks Stormy.

Take care buddy,

TrF2

Us too stormy, I just finished reading your new addition to the mrs. It's her birthday today so I am reading it for her, then we will take a little run. Thank you so much for adding your talents to our day. We would love to return the favor so we will have to send you something . Another thing, two more votes for a little beach time fun. Just kidding also we to realize how busy your life is......thanks for all you do.
watcherdoit4fun

I am very curious to see how this plays out.

As always, great story telling and great writing.

Thanks

GH

Another HOT segment.....and it keeps us coming back for more....and more....and more!


watcherdoit4fun...... Happy Birthday to your sexy wife!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Thanks cuckaliciousr! What a nice (if slightly obscene) compliment!

Trf2, thanks. I too can only guess where this one is headed - although I do know a little more than you do! By the way, I did drop in on the boat briefly.

watcher, thanks - for the compliment, and for the lovely gift!! It was both tasteful and tasty!

GH and C-4-1, thank you. I'm glad you both enjoyed it, and hope you will enjoy the following as well!

To all: I sure do appreciate all the comments and support. It keeps me writing!
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The door had no sooner closed behind us when Ben brought up that last kiss. It was not wholly unexpected. “What’s the deal with that kiss? That seemed like a lot more than a friendly little goodnight peck!”

“I know! I don’t know why he did that – maybe he was just seeing if he could get me all flustered again like he did that night he took us to dinner.” Of course, I had done nothing to break it off sooner, and in fact had probably held it longer than Matt had intended, but Ben didn’t know that.

“Well, it just seemed weird. I’m not sure I like him kissing you like that.”

I leaned against him, pressing my body to his, and gave him a very long, deep kiss. When we broke, I stayed close enough that our lips were almost touching. “You’re not sure if you like it? Does that mean that maybe you do?”

Now it was his turn to be flustered. “Well no, of course not! I mean, I know I’m probably over-reacting, OK, but still… I suppose it’s probably just that we all drank a little too much. No big deal, right?”

“Not to me – but remember, that other night you laughed about it because it embarrassed me. He was probably just trying to be funny.”

He sighed. “I suppose, but this time you didn’t seem very embarrassed – or very ***. Did you enjoy dancing with him?”

“It was OK. Benny, you’re a much better dancer; plus, you and me fit together and move so well. Years of practice, I guess.”

“Well, yeah. Thanks.” He paused, as if he still had something to say, but was hesitating. He averted his eyes before speaking again, breaking contact with mine. “Did you like him grabbing your ass while you danced?”

I had been so sure he couldn’t see that, but somehow he must have gotten a glimpse through the crowd! “I did pull his hand back up you know. I guess he’s used to doing that and just treated me like he would have if I was his date or something.”

He would not be deterred. “But did you like it?”

“Benny, it was no big deal. It’s just my butt, and it was only for a few seconds.”

“You were sure pressed tight against him for awhile there.”

I just looked at him. “Oh come on! Be fair Ben – it was that kind of dance. Anyhow, if all this bothered you so much, why did you invite him in for a take?”

He paused. “Well, I guess I didn’t think much about it until that kiss. Was he hard?”

That surprised me! “When we kissed? How would I know?”

“No, not when you kissed – when you were dancing all tight against him!” He seemed agitated, if not angry. I was surprised by his reaction. And of course I was not about to answer that question!

“Oh come on Ben, it doesn’t matter if he was or not; don’t be like that.”

“So you’re saying he was. And obviously you could tell that he was.”

I laughed, which may not have been the best reaction, but I’m sure I still had a fairly high red holy water level. “It would have to be awfully tiny for a woman not to be able to tell in that position. I even felt it when you were too, you know!” As soon as the words were out I realized how that sounded, as if I was saying I could even feel his little dick - and that it was an admission that I had felt Matt’s erection pressing against me. Neither was at all what I’d intended. Fortunately, he didn’t seem to read in the double meaning, hung up as he was on my admission.

He was again watching my face, although now there was a foot or so between us. “So was it big?”

“Benny, why are you doing this? It was just a dance – guys get hard all the time when they dance close like that, it’s only natural. I thought we were just having fun, and that you and me still had some unfinished business to take care of.” I reached out and ran my hand over the front of his pants, and was surprised to find him stiff and erect, a hard ridge to the left of his zipper.

He pressed himself into my hand. “So now you’re saying it was big too. How big was it? Did you like rubbing against his big cock – did it make you wet?”

My heart was pounding with a combination of arousal and nervous tension, my stomach full of squiggles of excitement. Ben was obviously very aroused, but he also seemed somewhat hurt and maybe a little angry about the whole thing with Matt. ”Benny, I really couldn’t tell how big it was, OK?” That was a lie; it had actually been fairly easy to feel that it was larger than Ben’s, even if I hadn’t already known that. “And anyhow, I was already wet from rubbing against you out there on the floor, and from playing with you under the table. That was very exciting.”

He snorted. “Huh! I’ll say! That was something new – and weird - but it was exciting.”

“Did you come in your pants?”

He got a very funny look on his face, then shook his head. “Well, I didn’t think so, but I don’t know; maybe, a little. It didn’t feel like I did, I thought you stopped just barely in time, but I had quite a gooey mess to clean up when I went to the bathroom. I either leaked real bad or maybe squirted just once or something.”

I laughed. “I’m sorry! I was having so much fun teasing you that I almost made you shoot your load in your pants! That would have been a catastrophe, huh?” I was slowly sliding his zipper down as we talked.

He finally smiled again. “Yeah, I’d rather not wander around a crowded bar with big wet cum stains on my pants – I’d have had to spill my beer in my lap or something to hide it, which is only marginally better. At least that way people think you just pissed yourself.”

I laughed, at the same time slipping my fingers into his zipper and through the fly on his Jockey shorts. I ran into a fair-sized wet spot that felt as though it was beginning to get a little stiff and crusty around the edges, but I also found the hard, hot smoothness of his penis. “You do have kind of a big wet spot, although I think mine is bigger. I bet you came a little, like you said. Good thing Matt came back and stopped me just in time, huh?”

He nodded, his hips slowly thrusting as I ran my fingers over his hardness. “Uh-huh, good thing. Are you going to finish what you started?”

“I was planning to – if you ask real nice.”

“Please finish what you started?”

I laughed again. “Yeah, that’s better. Let’s see what we’ve got here…” I carefully fished his cock out of his underwear and through his open zipper, then reached back in and found his balls, which I also pulled out – carefully - leaving his belt and button fastened. I just love the way an erect penis looks sticking out of a man’s pants like that, just his hard, aroused cock jutting out over his dangling, swollen balls, pointing up at the ceiling. With his jeans still closed around it, it makes it look all naughty and forbidden like I just snuck it out in public or something while he was otherwise still fully dressed.

I decided to tease him a little for being so difficult about Matt. I ran my fingernails lightly up the underside of his cock, which twitched and jerked obligingly. “Wow Benny, you’re really hard! It’s almost as if you liked the idea of Matt’s big hard cock pressing against me while we danced.”

“No, it’s not that. That still bugs me.”

I lightly scratched my nails over his swollen scrotum. “Well what then? Because that’s all we were talking about as far as I know.”

He groaned, but hesitated before speaking. When he did, he looked directly at me, as if watching to see how I’d react. “It’s you…you’re just really different or something, like you’re ultra-horny or, you know, whatever. Knowing you’ve been all turned on, and wet and ready, and then you touching me at Tubby’s like you did…” he paused. “And then you doing the bump and grind on him, I think you liked that!”

I didn’t acknowledge his assumption, instead looking down at his penis as I lightly stroked it with my thumb and one finger, using a feather-light touch. “Mmm. Benny, you’re leaking again. Oh my, look at all that! Are you going to come?”

“God, I hope so! So did you? Like feeling his hard dick, I mean?”

“Well… it is very flattering you know, when a man responds to a woman that way. I think most women would take it as a compliment, so yes, I guess I did enjoy it. It made me feel very sexy.”

“I respond to you that way too. “

“That’s different! You have to, you’re my husband. When it’s someone different it kind of…I don’t know, validates me, I guess, that he finds me sexually arousing.”

“I find you very sexually arousing, in case you couldn’t tell.”

He made me laugh! “Yes, I can see that - but what a nice thing to say! If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted something from me.”

Stormy,
I thank you for not allowing them to “crash and burn”! This segment is extremely hot which is fantastic. But the real beauty and your talent is the character build along with the story line detail. Once again you are the master. I thank you for the pleasure your writing provides

I was doing two things at the same time and got bumped off line after reading your story, and when I came back when back to the wrong story, I apologize to both you and GH. I have been following your 2 stories and GHs story as well. As I have said before a few great writers drive this site!
JJ.

Awesome!! Keep it coming please.

Luv the latest turn of events.

Storm

Excellent, a very hot story.

I am curious to see where this is going. I wonder if Benny is going to come out of the closet as a willing cuck.

Thanks

GH

Hey JJthom99 - Don't worry about it, you can put praise for a Stormydog story on one of my threads any time you want

Wow... just wow.

That last entry definitely tips the scales toward future cuckoldry. HOT!
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Sounds like Benny may soon be hooked on the taste of cum.

Wonder if he will be able to tell from the taste, who's cum it is?


Thanks for another great segment!!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

WOW!! This story is HOT HOT HOT! Stormy, you should modify it into a screenplay for a movie. You'd make a million! The characters are so real and exhibit complex emotions that we all can relate to. Can't wait for the next installment.

Bump time!

Hope you return to this story soon.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

I know I haven't commented lately, but have been reading...great story Stormy. Thanks for your efforts and creative ability.
A. Smith

JJ, mike, GH, cuckaliciousr, C-4-1, buzzski, and sslv, thanks for all of the kind comment and for the bumps. You know I enjoy reading the comments, it helps to keep me going to know you are enjoying it. It's late; I'll post this segment and catch up with y'all later! Thanks again.
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With my blouse out of the way, he practically yanked my bra up and out of his way, leaving it fastened around me while he buried his face in my breasts. Already extremely aroused, I almost cried out when Ben roughly sucked my right nipple into his mouth. God, it was so intense it was almost painful!

As he continued to *** me by licking and sucking at my tits, I unfastened my jeans and pushed them down, wiggling my hips to get them past. I wanted – no, I needed him to touch me, and not just on my breasts! “God Benny, please! I need you!”

Lucky for me that he was not in the same teasing mood that I had been in while I was playing with him! He raised his head and looked at me, a funny expression on his face, before grabbing the front of my bra where it was bunched up on my chest and pulling me along over to our sofa, walking backwards and looking at me as he led the way. His cock had shrunk and shriveled to its usual diminutive flaccid state, but it looked very cute sticking out of his zipper above his recently relieved balls. With the top of my pants now down around my thighs, it was a little difficult to walk, but we made it.

Stopping in front of the sofa he paused long enough to unhook my bra and toss it on the coffee table. Then he dropped to his knees, which put his face just about even with my breasts, and he sucked on my nipples as he pushed my pants down the rest of the way, putting one knee on them to hold them down as I stepped out. Down to just my thong panties, he backed me up to the sofa until it was against the back of my legs – and then pushed me! Surprised, I went down suddenly, and somewhat awkwardly, and before I could recover he had pushed my legs up and apart and was kissing and licking his way up my inner thighs!

Ben knows that the tender skin on the inside of my thighs is one of my major erogenous zones; tonight my fire was already well-lit, and all he was doing now was throwing gasoline on it! I swear, if he had continued just doing that for about one more minute, I would have come without him ever touching me in that other spot – you know the one! He nuzzled and kissed, working his way slowly up one leg until he was almost at my most tender area, and then, as my hips pumped sorry, inviting him to take me, he would cross to the other leg and move back down again. Damn him, he was teasing me after all!

“Benny, don’t tease!”

“Mmmm. I thought you liked this.”

“I do, usually! But I’m so ready – I need you to do your special magic on me with that talented tongue of yours!”

“Oh, I plan to – eventually.” He nuzzled a little more, kissing within a fraction of an inch of my sex, and then paused, leaning back a little to look at me, examining the narrow V of satiny thong between my legs. “It looks like these may be a little moist.”

God, even him just looking at me and talking about it was making me hornier! “I’m sure they are – probably about dripping wet, actually.”

He reached out, slowly, and put his thumb on the crotch of my thong, pressing it into my cleft and pushing it against my clit, which was hard and tingling. He laughed. “Jeez, they’re drenched! You are totally soaking, dripping wet, like I already came in you! That’s amazing – I mean, you usually get wet pretty easily, but not like this!”

He was slowly massaging my wet panties against my clit as he spoke, and the lines all suddenly shot in at once, faster than bullets, slamming into the very center of me, and I came. I came hard and fast, the gasps and moans exploding out of me and mounting to a cry of ecstasy, and I don’t know who was more surprised, Benny or me! My body bucked against his hand, mashing my sex against his thumb and fingers, and Ben – being the smart and sensitive man that he is – knew to just keep doing exactly what he was doing.

When the waves slowly receded we just looked at each other, both of us shocked by that sudden turn of events. I spoke first, if you can call it speaking. “Wow!!”

He laughed again. “I’ll say! Would it be dumb of me to ask if it was good for you?”

“Oh my god! I thought I was going to explode! I hope you still plan to do that special tongue thing…”

“Greedy girl! But yeah, I do; I need to taste you. Is it OK if I get out of my clothes first?”

I pretended to pout. “I suppose, if you must. Your little guy looks all used up though, so I don’t know what good it will do.”

“I have high hopes that he’ll do a Lazarus and rise from the dead.” He stood and hurriedly stripped out of his shirt and jeans, and then kicked his undies halfway across the room. When he again lowered himself between my legs I was the only one wearing anything, and it was only my tiny thong.

He pulled it to one side so that he could look directly at my pussy, from only inches away. “You have such a beautiful pussy. I love your pussy.”

“I’m glad – it’s the only one I’ve got. I’m actually pretty fond of it myself. I just got done demonstrating why.”

He chuckled. “Yes you did! You are so wet, it’s amazing. It looks so sexy.” He was touching me as he talked, his fingers tracing my nether lips, exploring, entering slightly into me before withdrawing, touching my still erect but slightly less sensitive clit. It felt wonderful - sexy, arousing, soothing, relaxing, exciting, intimate - so many things at once. It made me feel very sexy and desirable, and loved, and it was so different from anything Ben and I had done lately.

It had seemed, for some time now, that we had gotten into a rut; we still had sex, of course, but it was boring, mundane, the same steps, same touching for foreplay, the same positions over and over again. It was sex by rote. This was different, and it was wonderfully arousing. I had not sucked Ben to completion for a very long time, and could barely remember the last time I had swallowed his cum. It was my own fault, as he would have certainly welcomed it any time, and to my surprise it had turned me on tremendously and left me achingly aroused to feel his arousal between my lips and to taste his cum.

Part of that may have been that I’d thought, as I sucked on him, about the difference in the way his smaller, more slender erection had felt in my mouth versus the heavy thickness of Matt’s flaccid organ. Just knowing that I’d had two very different cocks in my mouth in the last eight or so hours gave me a visceral little thrill inside, a dirty little guilty pleasure. I wasn’trying to compare Ben to Matt, but I’d discovered that the mind goes where it will. Whatever had spurred the change, it was thoroughly welcome and intensely satisfying.

Now, with Ben between my legs and presumably about to go down on me, I wondered if he would in any way be able to sense my earlier indiscretion. After all, Matt had come inside of me, twice, and had proved to be a copious cummer. I had washed thoroughly, and had used the douche, but had not had an opportunity to bathe or shower. I could only hope and pray that I had done enough, and that Ben would not in any way be able to tell that just a few hours ago I had fucked another man and allowed him to pump his seed into me until I’d overflowed. God, the guilt and the slutty pleasure of all this were a difficult combination!

He leaned forward and touched me with the tip of his tongue, just lightly, right on my hard little button, and I gasped at the tiny but intense shock it sent through my body. He groaned. “Mmm, you smell good enough to eat!”

“Benny, don’t say stuff like that! It’s kind of gross.”

“Well, I can’t help it - you do!”

“So who’s stopping you?”

“Good point!” He lowered his face to me again, this time burying his face luxuriously in my sex as he pushed his tongue into me before lapping greedily at my wetness and flicking it over my needy little clit. It was very, very nice, and I came.

“Uhhh god Benny! Ohhh cuckolds brownie!” I could hear the shuddery unevenness in my words, and in my own breathing.

He raised his head and looked at me, his lips, chin, and cheeks wet with my fluids. “That was quick!”

“You’re very talented. Besides, it’s OK if I come quickly, because I can do it again – don’t stop.” I reached forward and put my hand behind his neck and pulled him back to me, thrusting my hips up to meet him. He laughed as he again went to work on me with that incredible tongue of his, and I came again and then again. I just watched him, his eyes closed as he made intimate love to my overheated sex. I hooked one heel behind his neck, holding him to me, demanding more, and watched as the muscles in his throat worked as he swallowed, and I realized he was swallowing the mix of my cum and his own saliva – and just maybe a little bit of Matt’s cum as well! That thought, for some reamister, made me climax yet again, a very deep and satisfying rush of sensations low in my middle.

In my gasping and thrashing against him, I did not realize that I had so tightened my leg behind his neck that I was almost suffocating him, his face mashed into my wetness. The first I was aware of what I was doing to him was as my orgasm subsided, when he pushed back against me in order to breathe! “Damn Laura – I’m not sure if you’re trying to drown me or *** me!”

I was gasping still, but I apologized. “Ohhh god…I’m sorry…but that was intense. You’re just too good at this!”

“That’s OK, it’s nice to be appreciated. Besides, it wouldn’t be the worst way to die.”

I laughed. “Until you had to explain it to St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, right?”

He chuckled. “Probably wouldn’t be the first time he heard it. Are you done now?”

“I’m just getting started – unless you don’t want to any more…”

“No, I’m enjoying it! My neck is getting a little stiff though.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, if something else was getting stiff we could change positions.” I stood up from the sofa and stepped around him. “Here, why don’t you lie down.” As he moved to trade places with me, I saw that he was indeed getting hard! His penis was sticking straight out, about at half-staff for him. I laughed. “Well look at your little guy, getting all semi-hard and aroused again already!”

He laughed. “You could choose a different adjective than little, but yeah, he likes it when you come with my tongue in you. It makes us horny.”

I smiled. “Good! Lay down, and I’ll see about making you hornier!”

He lay down on his back, sliding one of the throw pillows under his head. I moved to straddle him, positioning myself over his mouth so he could continue what he had been doing, only with less stress on his neck. I had been intending to straddle his face facing him, so that I could look down on his face as he performed oral on me, but at the last second I changed my mind, turning around so that I could sit on his face instead. I wanted to watch Little Benny to see if he really did respond!

As I got positioned over him and was about to lower myself down to his waiting lips, he stretched up and licked me, which surprised me and made me jump. “Oh! Gosh, you’re awfully eager!

“Mmm-hmmm! You taste different tonight.”

My heart practically stopped! He was going to wonder why that was, and maybe even suspect the true reamister for it! “Wh…what do you mean?”

“Oh, don’t worry – it’s not bad, just different. Like, sort of flowery or fruity or something.”

I laughed. “Oh, that! I used a Summer’s Eve thing earlier, just to freshen up, since I didn’t get a chance to shower before we went out. I was hoping maybe the evening would end something like this.”

“Mmm, good choice! It has a fine floral bouquet, with hints of apple and currant and a soft touch of berry that lingers on the palate.”

“Benny, don’t be silly! Let’s put that tongue to work before it says anything else stupid, OK?” At least he hadn’t added ‘musky and masculine, like a finely aged semen’!

He laughed at his own bad humor until I lowered myself down and stifled him, at which point he eagerly got back to business. He licked and probed, forming his tongue into a hard little point which he used to flick at my clit until I was shooting sparks! He was making little aroused moaning and cooing noises as he licked me, seemingly very engrossed in and enjoying what he was doing. I certainly was, and I know I was making a few sounds of my own, right up until it all came together and another orgasm shook me! I must have again nearly sladyed him, because he rode my orgasm as long as he could until he had to push me away to breathe.

“Mmm, you almost drowned me; you are so wet it’s like a flood! Are you enjoying this?”

Silly question! “Oh my god Ben, you have no idea! It feels soooo good!” I leaned forward over him, noting that his penis had become harder and was almost fully erect. At least I had proof positive that he was enjoying this as well! Guys, just a note to remember; if you can manage to make it happen, having or getting a raging hardon while you’re performing oral sex on your lady is a very nice way to say ‘I love you’ – or at least that you love our pussies and are enjoying going down on us. It’s very reassuring, not to mention very attractive, and we’re almost sure to be so grateful that we’ll gladly take care of it for you somehow!

I could have leaned down and taken him into my mouth, but I didn’t. We had just done that, and anyhow, I had other plans for it if he stayed hard! I braced my hands on his hip bones and raised up just enough that I could rub myself on his face, moving my hips back and forth so that my slippery pussy rubbed across his lips, nose, and chin. I felt a little like I was fucking his face, powering him to lick and touch me, but it was heavenly – and I soon came again! My eyes squeezed shut, enjoying my orgasm, I slid one hand over and found his cock and then moved to his balls, squeezing them as I came.

I heard him groan. “Unh, god! Not so hard babe!”

I let up some, not realizing how hard I must have been gripping him, but I was still having trouble catching my breath. “Ohh, damn, Benny! Whew! That was so good – I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, but you were about to. Sometimes when you come you don’t know your own strength babe.”

I giggled. “Oops! Sorry – hey, look at you! You’re hard as a rock – I think you must enjoy a little ball use. I know a very warm, very wet, very slippery place where you could put that – you know, if you want to.”

He groaned. “As if you had to ask!”

Laughing, I rose up off of him and turned so that I was facing him before again swinging a leg across, this time over his hips. I slowly lowered myself down to him, and with his cock rock hard and me totally wet and aroused, he slid in very easily. I took all of him, lowering myself until his balls were pressed between my bottom and his thighs. He didn’t stretch me and fill me the way Matt had, but still, it felt wonderful to have him inside of me. I began to slowly rock on him, mostly just sliding back and forth rather than trying to go up and down on him; I didn’t want him to slip out of me, and besides, this allowed me to rub against his pubic bone, which usually does very good things for me!

I was leaning over him, my hands on his chest and my hair hanging in his face as I rode him. He began to squeeze my breasts and to gently pinch and pull at my nipples – it felt good, but…”Harder Benny, pinch them harder, really be rough with them, like you were earlier!”

His entire lower face was wet with my juices, slick and glistening as he stared at me. He looked a little surprised, but gladly complied, teasing my nipples almost to the point of pain. The combination of him inside of me, my own ongoing arousal, and now his willing cooperation in torturing my breasts was starting to build another orgasm inside of me! I could feel it slowly building, and I know I was making noises and crying out, goading him on. It was building, building, all the lines slowly forming and rushing inwards… and then Ben gasped, swore and bucked upwards against me, and I could feel the spasms of his slender cock as he released his load inside of me!

I continued to move and grind on him, not willing to let my half-formed orgasm fade out, but it was no use; his orgasm had distracted me just moments before I could join him, and now his penis was rapidly softening and shrinking. It soon slid out of me, and without meaning to I groaned in frustration. “Ohh god! I was so close!”

Ben looked up at me. “Sorry – I tried to hold back, but you just felt so good. I couldn’t do it. Are you OK?”

I smiled at him. “I’ll live. Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes – as if you couldn’t tell! That’s why I popped too soon; I was enjoying it too much.” He hesitated. “Sorry I ruined it for you.”

“Honey, you didn’t ruin it! It still felt really good. I don’t have to come every time – and as you know, I already came several times, thanks to you. It’s OK, really.”

“You’re sure? I mean, you’re not going to have, like, delayed orgasm syndrome or anything?”

I laughed. “Oh, I might! The dreaded DOS – you could still prevent it, you know.”

“I suppose I could let my fingers do the walking…”

I ran my fingers over his lips and chin, still wet with my juices. “I was thinking more of your talented and amazing tongue.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Umm, after I just came in you?”

I continued to softly touch his lips. “It’s just cum – you expect me to swallow it, and you didn’t seem to mind licking it off my face a little while ago.”

“Well, yeah but…”

I pressed my finger to his lips. “Sshhh! Just try it, OK? I would really love to have that one last orgasm – it felt like it was going to be a good one.” As I talked I was slowly moving up his body, knee-walking closer to his face. I’m sure I must have dripped cum on him, because he had flooded my pussy – the third time today that had happened - not that he knew that! When I was almost there, I paused. “Will you do it? Please, for me?”

He relented. “Well, OK, I’ll try.” He pulled me forward, wrapping his arms around my thighs. He touched me with is tongue, tentatively at first as though prepared to push me away. Apparently it was not unacceptable, because he soon pushed his tongue into me and let his lips suck at my own – as it were – and after a few more gentle, exploratory tastes and touches he began to eagerly lick and lap at my tender parts. He pulled me tightly to his face, burying his tongue in me.

I felt my orgasm spring back to life, forming and coalescing in my middle; just the fact that he was doing this on my cum-filled pussy was intensely arousing to me. The actual sensation of him licking and swallowing his own cum as he pulled me against his face and lapped it out of me was the final touch, and I came in a thunderous rush. I had been right; it was a very, very good one, and I screamed out his name as I climaxed!

OMG, HOT!!! Thank you! Need a cigarette now.
Wannabe - see my captions at http://www.cuckoldplace.com/27_74912_1.html

Oh Yesssssss........ Ben is learning the joy of a creampie treat!

I just love this womans story..... and the way you're relaying it to us!


Thank You!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Dam, I will have to get the little woman to read this with me again tonight. Thanks for the extra spice in an already great marriage. Keep up the great work, not only a great story but a nice way to show/tell the differences between making love with benny and just naturalistic sex with Matt. Plus you made the next step into your story seem almost effortlessly . That's why i love your stories so much they are based on real live occurrences or you have me totally fooled! Keep it up, we love your stories. You even have inspired me to write about some cool things that are happening in our life right now. You are the man!!! From both of us
watcherdoit4fun

Stormy,
I noticed that I hadn't commented on this for a while. Oversight on my part, not a reflection on your story which remains as interesting and good as ever. I don't know how you manage to juggle them all in your head. I know part of my head is still on a boat somewhere too .. Oops, did I really say that .. Seriously though, excellent.

Storm

You continue to demonstrate why you are the master of the sex scene. It's like looking at the work of a great painter.

Thanks

GH

Stormy

I 've just made a comment to goodhusband that I didn't know how he managed it.
Well, at the risk of repeating myself, you continue to entertain us with your truly wonderful stories and still find time to encourage others such as myself by reading and commenting on what we have submitted.
Thank you so much for everything you do for this site.
GH and yourself should be recognised by the Administrator for your input!!! Perhaps a medal?!!!
Thanks and God Bless.

G.
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cuckaliciousr, C-4-2, and GH, thanks. It's fun to put the stories up for people that enjoy them!

watcher, glad to know you and your lovely lady enjoy my stories together. It's kind of like being there with you, in the room, enjoying the...ahem. Sorry, my mind wandered for a moment. Have fun!

Thanks peak, and no problem. It's not hard to juggle them in my head, because, as my wife would surely tell you, my head is a pretty juggly place. Glad you're still enjoying!

Greenman, thanks. It's always nice to hear a comment from somebody who is a pretty damned accomplished writer himself! I guess we sort of trade stories on here, because i sure enjoy yours as well.
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It was a whole-body orgasm, the kind that don’t happen every day, and yet it was my second one that day alone! Although not thinking about it at the time, I realized later that as I came I must have ground myself into Ben’s face, every muscle in my body tensed and hard as I selfishly demanded everything his sweet lips and tongue could give me. As the waves rocking my body slowly receded and the powerful electric currents turned off and allowed me to regain muscle control, I slowly became aware of my actions and I knew that I was probably again sladying him. I tried to pull away, to rise up off of him slightly so that he could breathe, but his arms wrapped around my thighs held me tightly to his face. I could feel his busy tongue still licking and working at my tender sex.

My whole body was gradually turning to jelly, my muscles gone limp and exhausted, and I wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and catch my breath – and then maybe to relax for about fourteen hours! One thing for sure – I was fresh out of orgasms! I had no more to give, and nothing Ben did was going to coax another one out of this girl, not at that moment. “Ohhh, god! Benny, I’m all done. I just want to collapse.”

“Hmmmp-mmm!” Even his mumred response, his mouth pressed to my soaking pussy, was enough to let me know that he wasn’t done with me, even if I thought I was finished. He continued to lick me, the actions of his tongue gradually becoming less aggressive and demanding and more soothing, as though he was just…enjoying it, enjoying touching and tasting, as if he was using his tongue to help me to slowly come down and to bathe and massage my used and over-used sex. It began to feel very, very good, his slow, gentle ministrations like a relaxing massage focused on the one special part of me.

I was surprised to look down and see that his penis was again rigid, standing proudly up from his groin as stiff as could be! This was not something Ben ever was capable of; well, maybe somewhat, in the early days of our marriage, but not now! We had once had a very long night of sex, on a vacation to a beautiful spot in Hawaii where we could hear the waves hitting the beach from the bedroom of our condo. He had come four times that night (I don’t remember how many times I came, but it was a bunch!), and we hadn’t cared who heard us through our open windows; we had just been young lovers, listening to the ocean and enjoying each other’s sensual delights.

Since that one memorable night he had only occasionally managed a third time – never recently – and all of the prior ones had been over an entire night. Now, tonight, here he was hard again, for the third time in less than one hour! I slumped forward over him, laying along the length of his body so that my face was at his groin, but being sure to keep my own sex where he could continue to use his very soothing tongue on me. I didn’t take him into my mouth; I wanted to look at him, to touch and taste and feel, but was not ready to again suck him off. I pulled his slim erection to my lips, letting my tongue feather his shaft before finding the area behind the head of him and running the tip of it along and beneath that prominent ridge. It was slightly wet and sticky there, in that area behind his cock head, and he tasted of me, and of semen. It was just what I wanted to taste at that moment, the taste of me and my husband and our lovemaking.

I cupped his balls in my hand, squeezing and fondling them as I let my tongue explore his hard little shaft. Although I was exhausted and past being aroused, it was fun to touch and play with him, and I enjoyed the way his cock jumped and twitched as I played. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed it so much, and found myself so happy and relaxed and pleasantly exhausted… that I fell arelax! I was just there, licking his cock and feeling him licking me in return – and then I was gone, my face resting on his groin, his penis at my lips and his balls in my hand.

As always in that situation, you don’t realize you’re arelax until you wake up, and I woke up when Ben shook me slightly. “Laura? Laura, are you all right?”

“Hmmm? What? Oh! Oh my god Benny, I think I must have gone out for a second or two there!” Clearly it had been more than a second or two, because his penis, so prominently erect the last time I’d seen it, was now just a shrunken nub, less than two inches of shriveled dick looking like nothing so much as a little pink acorn nestled in his thatch of pubic hair. “Oh Benny, I’m so sorry! I must have dozed off – you totally wore me out!”

I pulled his tiny shrunken penis to my lips. “Let me pick up where I left off…”

He moved to the side slightly, as if to slide out from under me. “No, that’s OK. I’m done – I don’t think it would have lasted anyway; I’d have probably lost it. Here, come up and lay by me.”

I did, rising to my feet momentarily to reverse positions so that we could lay together on the sofa. I slid between him and the back of the sofa, and we got all comfortably entwined in each other, his arms around me and my left arm over his side while my right hand found and held his spent package. He pulled the small quilt we kept folded on the back of the sofa over us as we snuggled closer together, and my mind explored the fact that I could cup Ben’s entire package, cock, balls and all, comfortably under one hand while realizing that I could not have completely contained Matt’s huge scrotum and oversized testicles that same way, much less his thick cock!

No! No, I refused to let myself think about Matt – or any part of his body – while I was in the loving arms of my husband, especially not after the very best night of lovemaking we had enjoyed in a very long time! I just was not going to do that, and I swore silently at myself inside as I fought to banish all thoughts and images of Matt and his beautiful cock from my mind. I think I mostly succeeded, and when Ben kissed me, and I tasted him, the way he tasted of my own juices and his own cum yanked me instantly back to the right now, and to what he had just done to me – at my request!

I licked his lips. “Mmm! You taste like cum.”

“Can you really taste it?”

I laughed. “Of course! It’s all over your face!”

“Yeah, I suppose. That was wild – it seemed like you were really getting off on it, the way you kept pushing against me and rubbing it in my face.”

“Oh Ben, I was! That was amazing! Was it too awful? Did you hate it?”

He just looked at me for a few seconds, our faces inches apart. His eyes darted away before he answered. “Not as much as I expected to…actually, it was kind of exciting. The way you lit up, god! That turns me on so much!”

I smiled at him, and kissed him again. “I’m glad, because it sure worked for me. Thank you for doing that, I know you didn’t particularly want to.”

“No, that’s OK. It turned out to be, I don’t know, kind of fun, I guess.” He hesitated. “There was a lot of cum.”

I laughed again. “That’s because you came a lot; it’s your own fault! Sometimes you do that you know; you’ve about drowned me a time or two. Did you swallow it like I do?”

“Mmm, yeah, most of it I guess – but some of it was yours too. I think I was too horny to be grossed out by it.”

“I guess we’ll have to be sure to get you that horny more often!”

He chuckled. “That’s probably easier to do before I come, ‘cause after it tends to take the edge off.”

I looked at him for a moment, waiting to see if he’d realize the glitch in his plan. He didn’t. “But Ben, before you come, there’s no cum in me to clean up.”

He laughed and smacked his head. “Oh yeah, I suppose, huh? Duh! That does seem to present a logistical problem, a little bit of a sequencing dilemma. Oh well…”

He just held me for a little while as we both got warm and drowsy under the quilt. My hand was still cupped over his manhood, which made no effort to stir itself. Apparently Little Benny was as exhausted as Big Benny and Laura were! I was so tired that my eyelids each seemed to weigh about twenty pounds, but I knew that if we fell arelax here for more than a few minutes we would both have trouble relaxing later, when we moved up to our bed.

I powerd myself awake. “So, do you suppose you might do that again sometime?”

He stirred relaxily, and then yawned. “Mmmm, I suppose. If you promise to come like that again, then I promise to do that again. The way you were coming, that was…very arousing.”

I smiled. “Yes, I could see that. I could hardly believe it when I looked and saw you all stiff again! Little Benny seemed to really be enjoying it.”

“Oh he was, no doubt!”

“I’m sorry I dozed off and let him go limp again, but you wore me out! I couldn’t keep my eyes open.”

“Really babe, it’s OK. Actually, this way it seems like your fault for falling arelax, which is way less embarrassing to me than going limp in the middle of the act, you know what I mean?”

“Oh Ben, you would have done just fine – if I hadn’t wimped out on you!”

“I don’t know, I’m not as young as I used to be. I’m not so sure I can get my rocks off three times that close together. This avoided the embarrassment of a letdown.”

I nudged him. “You don’t have to be embarrassed with me! Why would you? It’s happened before, and I didn’t embarrass you about it.”

He nodded. “No, I guess. But thanks for remembering – and reminding me.”

I laughed. “Benny…”

He laughed too. “I’m just kidding. No big deal even if it happens, right?”

“No. Ben, it happens to all guys sooner or later.”

“Yeah, that’s what they say – and it’s not at all helpful, by the way.”

“You poor guys and your delicate egos!” I was laughing at him as I squeezed his junk, my fingers curled in behind his scrotum. “It’s kind of sad that so much of your ego is tied up in this tiny little thing.”

He laughed again. “Thank you – and by the way, that’s not really all that helpful either!”

I squeezed him and teased him simultaneously. “Oh, Ben, don’t worry! Anything your little guy lacks in size he more than makes up for in cuteness!”

He laughed. “Oh-ho ho, now you’re just asking for it! Careful or I’ll put you over my knee!”

I pulled away from him as he tried to grab me. “You wouldn’t! You brute, let me go!” I got free and clear of the sofa. He got tangled in the quilt and fell off the sofa, making me laugh again, but he quickly freed himself and chased me up the stairs to our room.

Well, now I'll be gone until after Thanksgiving. I may get one more chapter up before then, but probably not. I will take this opportunity to wish you a very happy one if you are anyplace the holiday is observed! Otherwise, just have a great day. Happy Thanksgiving!
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It probably would have made a funny video, Ben in nothing but his white socks chasing me in nothing but my little wet thong around the place! He caught me at the top of the stairs and gave me a couple of quick playful slaps on the bottom before settling for tickling me. When he finally let me squirm free, we went to our room to get ready for bed. It was after midnight, and we were both tired, even if the brief chase and tussle had perked us up a little bit.

In our bathroom, I wriggled out of my underwear and held them up. “I can’t believe that I never even got out of these!”

Ben looked at them and laughed. “Well, they are kind of tiny; they didn’t get in the way much once we got started. Besides, you look sexy in them!”

“As do you in your white socks!” He just rolled his eyes at me and turned toward his sink. I went about running some hot water in my own sink in order to wash up a little before bed. Our sex had been the fun, vigorous, sweaty kind, and besides, I had a bit of a swamp between my legs! I didn’t want to go to bed all wet and sticky. After I had lathered up my wash cloth I turned toward him as I began to give myself a quick bath. “That was a lot of fun tonight Benny, it really had that…” he had his back to me, but there was an open bottle of Scope mouthwash on the counter and he was noisily swishing some of it around in his mouth. I laughed. “Did it really taste that bad? I didn’t mean for it to be horrible for you!”

He glanced over his shoulder at me before holding up his finger in the internationally recognized sign for “Give me a second here!” so I did, washing my sweaty torso before rinsing out the rag and moving down to the more messy areas. I heard him do a quick gargle and then spit before he finally answered me.

“It wasn’t the taste – it mostly just tasted like you, only more so. It was kind of a slippery, gaggy texture though, and it sort of left this after-taste. I didn’t want my breath to be all nasty.” He had turned around as was watching me clean up. I had one foot up on the edge of my sink and was washing between my legs, which seemed to fascinate him.

He crossed the few feet between us and slid his hand under my bottom and touched me, letting his fingers touch my warm, moist parts. “Ben, I’m trying to clean up a little so I can get to bed.”

“Mm, I know – but I couldn’t resist. You feel so nice.” He slid a finger into me – his middle one, I think; it felt very long! “Oooh, sexy! You’re still very hot and slippery up in there.”

“That’s because I’ve…, uh, ‘cause I had a lot of your cum in there. I’m sure there must still be some.” I had come within a split second of saying ‘That’s because I’ve had a lot of cum in me today’, but had caught myself just in time! It’s probably the closest I ever came to blurting out something inadvertently that would have almost surely raised a red flag in Ben’s mind. Since he had come inside of me only once, and that just minutes earlier, I don’t believe he would have missed the significance of that had I said it out loud; even if I managed to explain it away somehow he would surely have remained suspicious! My heart was pounding in my chest, and it wasn’t because I could feel his finger deep inside of me! That had been a very close call.

He leaned forward and kissed me, his finger still exploring. “Benny, if you’re about done checking out the after-effects of your deposit, I really could stand to get to bed.”

“I love the way you feel. I could do this all night.”

“Well… could we maybe do it in bed?” I gently pushed him away as I said that, and he slowly withdrew his hand from my pussy, his finger slipping out of me easily. It had felt nice, but this was one of those instances (admittedly rare) when I’d just had enough sex to last me for a little while! I was done, at least for tonight.

I finished washing and brushed my teeth before joining him in the bedroom – where he lay flat on his back on our bed, stark naked and slowly tugging at his mostly flaccid penis! “Ben, what are you doing?”

“Well, that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? I was hoping maybe we could try one more time.”

I tilted my head and looked dubiously at his limp little offering. “It doesn’t look to me like that’s going to happen. Maybe later – if you wake up to a stiff one, you can wake me up.”

He knew I was right – he would not be getting hard again anytime soon! “Well, OK - if you promise to wake up.”

“That will depend on you. Will you make it worth waking up for?”

“Don’t I always?”

I smiled at him. “Mmm, yeah, you do.” That was true. Ben was always very considerate about seeing to my wants and needs! He smiled and rolled onto his side, releasing his grasp on his shrunken member. “Aren’t you going to wear your pajamas?” He always slept in something, even if it was just a baggy pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I would often relax in just a long t-shirt myself, although I do have some sexy nighties.

He held his arm out toward me. “Let’s relax nude for a change. I promise to keep you warm.”

That was something else we rarely did anymore, although we had done it a lot early in our marriage. I thought it sounded good, and I crawled into bed, turning off the light on my nightstand as I snuggled back into Ben’s arms and pulled the covers up over us. He spooned me from behind, and I could feel the soft mushiness of his little package pressing against my bottom; I snugged myself back against it, knowing there was no danger of waking the dreaming beast. He put his arm over me and cupped my breast – which would have been fine if he hadn’t started tugging at my nipple! “Ben, stop! I can’t go to relax with you playing with my nipples!”

“But it feels so nice – and it popped right out, so it must be enjoying it!”

“It always does that, but stop it.” I put my hand over his. “You can leave your hand there, but not if you won’t stop playing.”

Like a petulant young, he finally agreed. “Well, OK. But it did feel good.”

“It will feel better in the morning.”

“For you, maybe.”

“And for you – and maybe you’ll be able to get it up again by then.” As soon as I said that I realized that it sounded mean. I quickly added “because I sure don’t need you getting it up now! I’m too tired. Just hold me, OK?”

“Sure, I guess.” He paused for a long time then, his arm around me. It felt good to be pressed to him, warm and protected. The whole evening had been a lot of fun – and the sex between us had been as good as it had been in a long while – but the quiet intimacy was nice too. I was beginning to get very drowsy, and I actually thought maybe he had fallen arelax, when he spoke again. “Did you enjoy this evening?”

“Mmm yeah, I really did! How about you?”

“Yeah, I did too. What part did you like best?”

I didn’t even have to think about that! “Well, it would be pretty hard to beat the part that happened after we got home! And if you know what’s good for you, you’d better say the same thing.

He laughed softly. “Yeah, that was pretty outstanding – although my burger was pretty good too, so it’s kind of a toss-up.” I elbowed him sharply in the ribs, and he grunted. “Oof! Just kidding! Can’t you take a joke?”

“Just because you’re such a stud doesn’t mean you don’t have to be romantic once in a while.”

He nuzzled my neck for a moment. “No, I know. Actually, it was incredible. Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but it seems like it’s been a while since it was that intense between us. I mean, you know, exciting. It was just really exciting tonight, really good. ”

I don’t know why I was surprised to find out that he had been having some of the same thoughts I’d had, but I was. “No Ben, I know. To be honest with you, I was kind of thinking the same thing.” I hesitated, not sure how far we could take this before one or the other of us would start to feel hurt and become defensive. I didn’t want to ruin the evening by arguing now! “It kind of seemed to me that sometimes we were just going through the motions – not that they weren’t great motions, but you know what I mean.”

“No, I know! But tonight was different. Why do you suppose that was?”

I giggled. “Well, get a little ***** in us and we think we’re kids again, right?”

He laughed. “If I thought that was it I’d buy a cuckold water store. “ He paused. “Laura…you seemed really different tonight – in a good way, I mean!”

“I thought it was you that seemed different.”

I felt rather than saw him shake his head. “No, I was just following your lead. You were just much more…assertive, I guess. You were more assertive than you usually are.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say! If I had in fact been more assertive, as he claimed, I had not been aware of it. I was just doing what felt right at the time. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No! No, obviously not! I mean, look how it went.” He paused again, and I could almost hear his mind working, trying to figure out how to say something that he clearly wanted to say. “It was a lot like when we first met. You were the more assertive one then, remember? If we had waited for me to initiate sex the first time, we might still be waiting!”

I laughed. “Oh come on! It wasn’t like that.”

“Actually, it was. And I liked it – a lot. Look, what I’m trying to say and screwing up so bad is that I like it when you’re the more demanding one, when you tell me how to please you and insist on the things you like to do – without asking me. You used to do that at first, but gradually you kind of backed off. Now you almost never do it anymore.”