What’s The Big Deal? Part 2

What’s the Big Deal?
Part 2

Several days had transpired since the events of the previous story. Life had gone on as usual for our little family and why shouldn’t it have? We were comfortable and for the most part content. My husband Noah had no inkling about the changes I had in store for him though. I had now devised the first few steps to transform him into a cuckold; a desire of his that I had only so recently realized that he secretly harbored. If I were to be honest with myself, I wanted to be promiscuous; to feel the thrill of a stranger. Noah and I have had ten years of being happily married, but adding a little spice to the relationship would do us both some good.

When I got home from work that Wednesday, Noah was making dinner. Our nine-year-old daughter was diligently doing her homework at the dining room table. I kissed Stacy on the head and chatted with her about our days for a few minutes before heading into the kitchen to greet Noah.

“Hi, hon. Mmm, smells good. Do I have time to take a bath?”

“Hey there. Yeah, I don’t see why not. Have a soak; wash the office off.”

I stood on my tip toes, kissed his ear lobe. “I’m horny,” I whispered, reaching around to grab his crotch firmly. Before he could turn and embrace me, I sauntered away, casting a playful smile over my shoulder.

After a relatively quick but relaxing bath, I slipped into a blue, silk, babydoll with black lace above each cup and a matching pair of panties. Over that I donned a thigh-length, silk robe that showed off my toned legs to Noah, but kept the rest of my body decently covered. Downstairs again, I checked on the status of dinner and flashed Noah. His eyes lit up at the reveal. I knew it was one of his favorite lingerie combos. He beckoned me closer with his index finger. I followed him around the corner, out of sight from Stacy.

Noah reached in and released my left tit, squeezed it and flicked the nipple with his tongue. He reached for my warm, moist slit but I slapped his hand away. “That, you’ll have to wait a little longer for.” I went to the wet bar, made myself a cocktail and looked in on Stacy’s homework progress.

After dinner, I suggested that Noah take a shower while I cleaned-up the table. Stacy was given leave to watch a movie or play video games. Before following Noah upstairs, I let Stacy know where I was headed. She is usually kept tasked on homework and chores so that when she’s given some free time, she is clever enough to not look a gift horse in the mouth by coming to bother us.

Noah was just turning off the shower when I entered the master bedroom. I turned on some music and got out the toys I wanted to use: a blue-green, multi-speed vibrator and the large, cock-shaped, clear-glass dildo. When Noah emerged from the master bathroom, he paused, perhaps surprised to see me having already started without him. The vibrator was humming and I was rubbing it over my outer pussy lips through my panties.

Noah approached and began to slowly crawl onto the bed, but I used my foot on his shoulder to gently push him back. “No…you only get to watch from your desk chair. Go sit down and enjoy the show. If you’re a good boy and you follow all of my instructions, then you might get rewarded.” He beat a hasty retreat and took up his position some ten feet or so from the edge of the bed. I winked at him and blew him a kiss. He licked his lips and bit the lower one. He hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear and I could see that his prick was already semi-erect from the growing anticipation.

I pulled my legs towards my chest and slid my panties up to my knees. I spread my lips with the fingers on my left hand to allow him a direct view of my hungry, tight pussy hole while bringing the vibrator to my mouth to moisten it. I worked the six-inch-long vibrator into my pussy with several, slow, tortuous strokes. I moved it up to work around and tease my clit, then plunged it back inside.

Noah’s hands instinctively moved to his now fully-erect penis. He had cupped his balls, slowly kneading them while stroking his shaft. “Did you ask permission to do that?” I asked him. An inadvertent, pained expression crossed his face. “You weren’t given permission. Remove your hands from your genitals, Noah.”

Of course, he’s not stupid. Remembering the alluded to reward, he played along. “May I stroke my dick while watching you pleasure yourself…please?”

“No. You may not,” I said with a teasing smile. “You will wait…and like it, or you won’t get a reward. Understood?”

“Yes,” he said, a little crestfallen.

“Yes what?” I fired back.

“Uhm, yes ma’am?”

“That’s better. Next time, say it with conviction.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You may move your seat half the distance to the bed.” As he did so, I removed my hand from spreading my pussy lips and took the glass dildo in hand. The vibrator continued to alternate tickling my clit and sliding in past my lips. I licked the dildo up and down the shaft, running my tongue over the pronounced veins and then along the ridge of the head. I moaned softly and pushed the glass to the back of my mouth; it being too thick and hard to take down my throat.

I glanced over at Noah after a few minutes of sucking. He was watching intently, white-knuckling the arm rests, wanting terribly to stroke his flagpole-stiff cock. Pre-cum had beaded up on the head to the point that a rivulet had ran down the front of the shaft. “You like to watch my eager, dirty mouth blow this dick?” I cooed softly, before sucking the dildo loudly.

“Yes ma’am; very much so. May I please begin to jerk off now?”

I moved the saliva-slick glass down to my tits and rubbed it against my nipples, ignoring his plea for the moment. My pussy was getting really hot and wet now. It had been a few days since I had fucked this dildo and it stretched me out a bit at the time. It was the biggest one I owned and slightly bigger than my husband’s nicely-sized penis. I wanted that filled-up sensation again, to bear down on it with tightened muscles as an orgasm ripped through my body. I wanted Noah to become ravenous with lust from watching me and not being able to touch.

“Look down. See your pre-cum? Wipe it up and taste it.” He did so immediately without protest or comment. “Good boy. You’re earning that reward, aren’t you?” He nodded eagerly. “Stand-up and approach the edge of the bed. I saw you put this dildo in your mouth the other night to get it wet for me. I’d like you to do that for me again.” I held it out for him to take. “Then, and only then, will I let you return to your seat and rub your dick as the dildo stretches my juicy pussy.”

After a quick glance towards my vagina, he began to lick the glass from base to tip. I started to rub my clit with one hand and work the vibrator in and out with the other hand. I moaned softly between words of encouragement and direction. “There you go. Don’t be shy. Kiss the head. Mmm, that looks nice. Take it in your mouth. Get it sloppy wet for me. That’s good. Watch my pussy. I’m so horny.” He quickly lost any inhibitions or reservations he had and was giving the dildo a bona fide blow job that any man would have enjoyed. It turned me on to watch him. This experimentation was beginning to bear fruit and it was just the beginning of what I had planned.

“Excellent job, honey,” I said, removing my panties the rest of the way, then holding out my hand and getting the dildo back with a slick coat of salivary lubricant. “Grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand and stroke that hard pecker, but do not cum yet…under any circumstances. You cannot make yourself cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am. I cannot make myself orgasm.” He had quickly resumed his seat, lubed up and was fapping it to beat the band. I swear he almost lost it when I slid the glass dildo in with a groan and my vaginal lips parted ever-so reluctantly, pressed open from the hard, smooth, veined girth.

I shifted my hips and took-in more of the eight-inch insertable length. I relished the wonderful feeling of being filled-up with the hard shaft. I kicked-up the already revving vibrator, rewetted and then reapplied it to my hardened love button. The dildo was wedged against the bed and I was grinding my hips down onto it along to the beat of the music. I fucked my pussy like that for several minutes, bringing myself (and Noah) to the edge of an explosive orgasm. I slowed down though and then reluctantly ceased gyrating my hips.

I removed the glass, slowly sliding it out as Noah watched intently, again licking and biting his lower lip. “I bet you’d like to taste that, wouldn’t you?” He nodded, enthusiastic as ever. “Tell me, dirty boy. Tell me how bad you want to taste it. I might let you, but you have to earn the privilege.”

“I’d like to suck your tasty juices directly from the shaft of that cock by inserting it as far as it will go into my mouth and then cleaning it with my eager tongue all the way to the base before lubing it back up to fuck your wet cunt some more. Your pussy wants it tonight. I can tell. Please ma’am, may I, please?”

“Oh my, such manners. You are a dirty boy, aren’t you? Yes, you may clean it and get it wet for me again.”

While he was slavering all over the dildo, I switched position, now on my hands and knees with my butt facing Noah. I plunged three fingers in and out of my pussy, giving him a good show for a couple minutes. “Enough sucking for now. You’ve done a good job. You may move the chair to the edge of the bed.” I kept finger banging my hole while he complied. “Next, place the dildo upright on the bed between my legs and hold it there.”

I went vertical with my torso and slowly widened my knees so I sunk down slowly onto the head of the dildo, then enveloped more, inch by inch, in my pink folds. I started to rub my clit vigorously with three fingers on my left hand. I was quickly building up to a climax again, but I didn’t want it to end yet. I glanced over my shoulder.

Noah was stroking himself and groaning with lust, all the while watching my hips rise and fall. His cock was rigid, the skin taut along his swollen gland. The lube glistened in the light. I moaned deeply wanting to feel his cock working inside me and churning my insides. Dildos are wonderful tools to get the job done, but no substitute for the hard cock of a strong man about to reach orgasm pounding away at my pussy. I lowered myself as far as I could and began to grind my hips in a circular motion, moaning with the gyrations. “Uhn…uhn…uhn…”

Noah was quietly talking, as much for himself as for me. “Yeah, fuck it, baby. It’s so wet; sounds really good. Ride it…ride it until you cum all over it.” To my surprise, without even be asked to do so, he leaned over and began to tongue my butthole. I leaned forward a bit to allow him easier access. He was lapping up my pussy juices and running them up to my sphincter. I cooed to let him know how much I liked that.

Soon, I was emitting lengthy, drawn-out, groans. My pelvic region was racked by convulsions and they spread out towards my extremities. I came off the dildo quickly, rubbing my clit maniacally all the while. My pelvic muscles contracted and I squirted a jet of liquid from my pussy. I fell forward, face hitting the bed, my ass still up in the air. Noah was there instantly slurping at my drenched pussy and thighs. He used both hands to spread my pussy wide and bury his tongue as far as possible.

I tried to relax and enjoy the afterglow. “Mmmm, that feels nice. Clean me up, like a good boy should. Did you cum?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Excellent. We’ll have to rectify that situation. I’d say you’ve earned it.”

I stretched myself out on the bed and invited him to lay next to me, having moved over far enough so he wasn’t in the big wet spot I’d left. I’d squirted several times before, usually from him finger banging me while I rubbed my clit, so neither of us were phased by the puddle I’d made.

I dripped some lube into my hand, sidled up next to him and began to stroke his still erect cock while I breathed warmly into his ear. “You followed directions so well. You earned this reward.” I moved his right hand down to my moist pussy. “Play with my pussy while I jerk you off. Rub my clit; I want to cum again. Can you make me cum again, Noah?”

“Yes ma’am; anything you ask for.”

“Did you like to watch me ride that cock?” He grunted an affirmative response. “I like to put on a show for you. It makes me so horny, the way you look at me and watch me with unbridled lust in your eyes.” I tightened my grip slightly and stroked him a little faster. “Anything I ask for though, huh?” He made another affirmative grunt again. “What if I asked you to watch me fuck a real cock, someone else’s?” He didn’t respond; his thoughts torn between admitting his secret desires, their implications and the strictures of a conventional marriage. “Don’t play coy with me, Noah. I feel how hard your cock is. What’s the big deal? What if I told you that I want you to want this?” I tightened my grip further. His fingers started to rub faster against my hardened clit.

I continued speaking seductively and nibbled the ear lobe. “I want you to sit in your chair and beat off while watching me suck and fuck a hard, strange cock. You can help hold my legs back as he plunges his thick shaft deep into my hungry cunt. You can push your hard dick into my well-used, sloppy hole afterwards and fuck me until you blow a hot load.” He had begun to thrust his hips on my down stroke. “Tell me…tell me you want to fuck my used pussy until you paint its walls with your spunk.”

He and I were both close to cumming. “Yes, yes…I want to be inside your pussy.”

“When?”

“After watching you get fucked deeply by a stranger’s cock.”

I swung up, onto his twitching prick and buried it to the hilt, humping it wildly and frigging my clit with abandon. “You like that wet, stretched cunt?” I asked him.

“It’s so soft and pillowy. Ride me. Uhn…don’t stop! I’m cumming!”

I was cumming simultaneously, my vagina contracting around his firm shaft. His warm seed was coating my insides. I milked his cock with my pelvic floor muscles several times, then quickly moved forward to straddle his face. “Now eat me, Noah. Taste our juices mixed together.” I reached down and got a handful for myself to encourage him, but it wasn’t necessary. He was licking, sucking and slurping at my hole, vying to reach every last drop. “Such a good boy you are. From now on, this is how our sexcapades will end; by you cleaning me up with your tongue. Remember that good boys get rewarded.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he readily agreed before going back to his ministrations.

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Every couple of days for the next two weeks, I came home from work and instructed Noah to lay on the bed with his head at the corner. I would then straddle his face, lower my vagina down to his mouth and let him pleasure me unto orgasm. Sometimes I would jerk him off, blow him, or ride him. A couple times I would cease my attentions before he came to tease him a bit. If he did cum though, I was sure to have him clean it up wherever the load landed.

On one particular Friday night when our daughter was at her grandparents’, I was particularly horny. I wanted his seed deposited deep inside and to feel his tongue digging past my lips. We fucked for a long time; he just would not cum though. “What’s up? Why haven’t you cum yet?” I inquired.

He sheepishly admitted. “You only teased me two nights ago. I really needed a release yesterday. I masturbated in the morning and again at night after you fell asleep. I just don’t think I can cum tonight.”

I pushed him off of me, went to the closet and got some restraints and a paddle. “Turn over onto your stomach.”

He saw what I had in store for him. “What’s the big deal?” he balked.

“You have been a bad boy,” I explained as I began to apply the restraints to his wrists and ankles, then anchored them. “I told you that you may not cum without my permission.” I smacked him with the paddle across his bare ass. He flinched and gave a soft grunt. “What? Are we clear on that point?”

“Yes.”

I let the paddle fly again; this time a little harder. He stifled a yelp. “Yes, what? You need several lessons reinforced this evening? I can oblige you. Get it right every time. Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said earnestly.

“Is that it? No apologies? No promises to do better in the future?” The paddle met the soft, reddening flesh of his ass with a resounding crack.

He cried out, “Aaahhhhh!” He then sucked in a deep breath; having forgotten to breathe. “I’m sorry mistress. I will endeavor to address you correctly every time or be punished as you see fit. I will no longer orgasm without your express permission. Please…please don’t smack my ass again!”

“That’s up to you and your behavior.” I thought about giving him another, something for him to dwell on, but could see the welts swelling across his buttocks. “I’m going to give you some slack on the wrist restraints. I want you on your hands and knees.” He nodded an understanding and responded verbally with the accepted formula.

I had more surprises for him that were hidden away in my walk-in closet. I retrieved them and set the items behind a fold in the sheets so they could not be seen. I was careful that they did not clink together. I grabbed the lubricant, knelt perpendicular to his hips and lubed up both of my hands. I reached under him with my left hand and gently massaged his balls, before stroking his semi-flaccid penis. Responding to the stimulus, his organ soon began to swell again.

When his dick was fully engorged again and he was moaning with pleasure, I reached my right hand around, between his legs to knead his scrotum some more. I moved up to the taint area and began to apply firm pressure in a small, circular motion. Noah groaned and pushed back against my hand, increasing the force. My thumb moved up to his puckered butthole and circled that at the same pace, spreading the lube. For whatever reason, he clinched the sphincter and I noticed that his prick swelled simultaneously.

He soon relaxed though and I began to gently push against the opening with my thumb. I slowly eased my thumb in up to the first knuckle, moving it not only in and out but around in a circle. This was something that he and I had never tried before, but he did not protest. I maintained a firm grip and a steady motion on his still-rigid cock. Focusing most of my attention back to his butt, I switched my thumb for the middle finger, working it past the first knuckle and up to the second.

“What a nice, tight hole. You like that?” I asked seductively.

“Yes…yes, ma’am. I do.”

I worked my index finger in alongside the middle finger. He moaned and pushed back, wanting more length inserted. I pressed in steadily, palm down and began to massage the prostate. He was bucking his hips now, fucking each of my hands in turn, forwards and backwards, again and again. “Yeah, get fucked. You like my fingers buried in your ass. Your dick is nice and hard in my hand. Are you going to jam it into my pussy and fuck me hard?” He just continued to grunt and moan, intent on the sensations.

I let the rhythm continue for a few more minutes, then I extricated my fingers, reached for the surprises. I had purchased a set of three ovoid, stainless steel butt plugs, each a little bigger than the previous. The first was 2 ½” long and about ¾” thick at most. I skipped that one and went directly to the second, 4” long and 1 ½” wide. I rubbed the lube from my hand over it, then rubbed it against his slick hole. I poised the plug at the opening and pushed gently, yet firmly. It slid in with little resistance up to the base. His muscle tensed and relaxed several times as he got used to it. I moved my right hand down to massage his balls some more, continuing to jerk him off at a steady, medium pace.

With my right hand, I grabbed the base of the plug and began to wiggle it around. When the sphincter muscle was nice and relaxed, I gradually removed the plug. I replaced it with the third and largest one of the set, 5” long and 2 ¼” wide. He let out a long, guttural grunt, but took it like a champ. I was proud of him and let him know.

“That’s a good boy. That hungry, little hole swallowed it up so nicely.” I released my grip on his cock and moved forward on the bed. “You deserve a reward,” I explained. I squeezed my right tit and shoved the nipple in his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head with my other hand and force fed him. “Yes, suck it. Bite it.” I yanked it away and pushed the left tit in his mouth next. “This one’s jealous now. Treat it right.” He was biting the areola and flicking the nipple with his tongue. “Good boy.”

I grabbed a handful of hair with my left hand and pulled. He released my tit reluctantly. I gripped his chin with my right hand and looked directly into his eyes. “You’re going to fuck my pussy now. You’re going to make me cum and you’re going to cum too. I want to feel your hot jizz. Are you going to cum tonight?”

“I don’t know if I can, ma’am.”

I slapped him hard across the face. “If you don’t hose down my cunt with your seed, you will be punished severely,” I explained as I wriggled underneath him, grabbed his cock with a choking grip and guided it forcefully in between my dripping lips.

He plunged his hot pole into the depths of my love well. “Yes ma’am. I understand.” He pistoned his engorged rod in and out, the ridge of his cock head banging against my g-spot with each pass. I wrenched up my legs and held them in place with my arms so he could gain maximum penetration. Remaining balls-deep, his circular motion was grinding his pelvic bone against my clit. I was quickly reaching orgasm.

I extended my arms and grabbed his buttocks, unquestionably still tender from the paddle. My fingers could just barely touch the edge of the butt plug. I moved it around the best I could. He liked it, a lot. It drove him to pound away at me even harder.

I responded by thrusting my hips forwards as well as I could to meet his effort. “Fuck me Noah,” I implored him. “Your cock feels so good. Use my pussy. Just don’t stop. Uhn…uhn…uhn. Fuck…meeeee,” I squealed as a powerful orgasm ripped through my being. I was shuddering uncontrollably, unable to do anything besides lay there, legs in the air, and take his relentless, driving rod.

Our lips were locked in a passionate, spit-swapping kiss. Warmth quickly built in my loins again and I found myself having another orgasm. My vaginal muscles clinched and didn’t release. He remained embedded deep inside me and emitted a feral groan of carnal pleasure. Hot, spurting ropes of cum sprayed my womb. I lowered my legs and gave his butt cheeks a playful squeeze as he slumped down onto me, exhausted.

I undid the wrist restraints, then he pulled out of me and worked at releasing his ankles. That accomplished, he rolled over onto his back. With my hand clamped over my vagina to keep all the semen inside, I spun around and mounted his face in a 69 position. His arms were pinned at his sides underneath my legs. I kept my pussy above his face, looked between my legs and watched.

“Lay there with your mouth open.” He complied like the good slave that he is. I contracted and released my pelvic muscles, pushing the cum out of my sore cunt and causing it to drip into his patient mouth. I waited until the sperm only plopped out intermittently and then lowered my hole, our lips meeting.

I moved my own face forward to suck his dick clean. There was quite a bit of my vaginal cream built up around the base of his shaft. I lapped it up with relish. ‘What’s the big deal?’ I thought to myself. ‘I can be a dirty fuck-pig too.’ I intended to enjoy myself to the fullest extent and actualize my own desires as much as Noah’s.

I rolled off of Noah and we laid there for a bit. He suggested a shower to wash away the sweat and lubricant. I followed him to the master bathroom and noticed light glinting off the stainless-steel butt plug that was still embedded in his rectum. I patted his butt. “Nice! Enjoying that, are you?” I asked.

“Yes ma’am, I suppose I am. What’s the big deal? Besides, you didn’t give me permission to remove it. I wouldn’t want to give you reason to use that paddle again,” he said, smiling over his shoulder. He’s always been a quick learner. I’ve always liked that about him.

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