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A married couple's games
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea. My wife and I are not
always getting upto 'unusual activities' but we decided when we first
got married that we should work hard to keep some sparkle in our sex
life... hence the 'games'. About 4 or 5 times a year (it used to be
more often) we act out our fanasies and really go to town. This
particular event happened about 18 months ago and to the best of my
recollections what happened was this... I'd got home from work about
7:00 and usual sat down to my tea. My son was already in bed and
Carole (my wife) sat watching me with a permanent grin on her face.
I finished my tea and went into the living room, my wife followed
still smiling. "Ok", I said, "What's up?". "I wondered whether you were
in the mood for a game?", she replied. "Whose turn is it? (to choose
the plot)", I asked. "Mine", she said gleefully. "You've got
something planned", I said. "What's the matter, lost your
bottle?", she said scornfully. Bottle!, then I remembered, in our last
game I'd forced her to take most of a half pint beer bottle up her
cunt, she reckoned it had hurt her (anyone would think I'd left the top
on) and she said she was going to get even. "Well?", she asked. "Ok
then", I said, "What's it to be?". "First you've got to promise not to
go back on your word", she said. "I promise now put me out of my
misery", I replied, wishing immediately that I hadn't said that last
bit. "Well first I want you undressed", she said. "Where?", I asked.
"Here", she said, "in the living room, by the fire". Well that sounded
fair enough so I stripped off. "What now?", I enquired. "Now", she said
wickedly, "I want to tie your hands behind your back and your feet
together". "What for?", I asked. "Do you want to play this game or
not", she snapped. "Alright, alright", I said, "tie away". From the
bureau she produced two lengths of thick orange nylon rope. 'She's been
cutting up my tow rope' I thought as she came over and tied my hands
and feet firmly. Then she left the room for a few minutes and as I
laid there completely helpless I wondered what I had let myself in
for. Presently the door opened and she entered wearing only a pair of
long leather boots and a studded leather belt round her waist. Then
I noticed she was carrying that beer bottle and a glass. "Like a
drink?", she said pouring a little into the glass, IT WAS YELLOW!!.
"If thats what I think it is, no thanks", I replied. "Well we'll
have to see whether you're a good boy, wont we?", she said putting the
bottle and glass on the coffee table. She came over to me and sat on
my stomach facing my feet. "Call that a prick?", she said flicking
it with her fingers. "Give me a chance", I said, "I havent had a chance
to get worked up yet". "I've seen bigger matchsticks", she
continued, waggling it from side to side (Great sense of humour my
wife, anyone who didnt know me intimately would think I only had a small
one). Then Carole reached over and squeezed my balls so hard I cried
out. "If your prick isn't hard by the time I count to ten I'll
squeeze them even harder", she said in a harsh voice. As she counted
I closed my eyes and thought of Kim Wilde, she was naked and just
about to close her mouth around my cock. "5...6...7, thats better",
Carole said, "signs of life at last, but you'll have to do better than
that". Now Samantha Fox had joined Kim and was just about squat over my
face. "9...10", she continued, "well, its not as hard as I would have
liked, but it'll do". Carole then reached under the sofa cushion and
pulled out a roll of thread, which she proceeded to wind round my cock
5 or 6 times, leaving about 14 inches hanging loose (the thread I mean,
not my cock). Turning to face me she said "Right, you snivelling little
wanker, this is where I start to REALLY enjoy myself". Her face had
lost all trace of humour and she looked angry and hard. Kneeling
directly above my face she said "You can start by eating my
pussy". Craning my neck I reached up and ran my tongue the length of
her slit. She sat back on my chest and slapped me with all her might
around the face. "You useless bastard", she snapped, "Is that the best
you can do, LICK ME HARD". She positioned herself above my face
again but not near enough. I pushed up and forced my tongue deep
inside her hot hole. As I did so she moaned and some of her juices ran
down my tongue and into my mouth. My prick now was reaching its full
potential and the thread was cutting into it causing me great pain.
This resulted in a lapse in concentration and I stopped licking
Caroles cunt. She sat back and WHACK, my face stung again as she
slapped me. "You're a dirty little cunt-sucking fucker. What are
you?", she asked. "The thread was cutting into..", I began, trying to
explain. WHACK.. WHACK. This time I received a slap on each cheek. She
had fire in her eyes and I knew I would have to obey. "I'm a dirty
little cunt-sucking fucker", I said meekly. For the first time in a
while she smiled, but it was a wry smile, she was really enjoying
my pain. She positioned herself again and began playing with her
nipples (her nipples are so sensitive she can bring herself off just
by touching them alone). I lifted my head to continue my service but
she reached down and pushed it back to the floor with a thump. "When
I tell you to.. not until". I was grateful that the pain had at least
lessened my ardour and the excruciating pain I had felt in my cock.
Moving her hands down to her cunt she teased her clit then opened the
lips, causing several drops of juice to splatter onto my face. She
looked down, smiling at her handywork and said "Ok, now lick me really
hard". I pushed up and licked her clitoris. "HARDER", she yelled. I
tried but she just wasn't close enough. She reached behind my head and
forced me hard against her cunt. "STUFF YOUR TONGUE UP ME.. HARD",
she urged. I couldnt breathe I was dying!. Did she realise she was
killing me?. I had to say the code word to make her stop, but all I
could manage was "mmmpppppfffff". "Do it right or I wont let you
breathe", she said. I forced my tongue out further than I had ever
done and reached depths of her body I never thought possible.
"Ooooohhhh", she said with deep satisfaction and released my head.
Her juices covered my face, in my eyes, up my nose, matting my hair
and the amount that collected in my mouth as I struggled for breath
took two large gulps to swallow. "Thats the first time you've made
me cum with your tongue", she said softly. "You nearly killed me
there", I said, "I'm glad thats over". "OVER!!", she said, the
harshness returning, "I'm not finished with you yet boy. I've been
planning this for days there's lots more to do". I couldn't believe
it, in the past she had always lost interest after she had cum.
"Whats next", I asked. "Well", she replied "you know how I like my
arsehole tickled, I had planned that you were going to bring me off with
your tongue up there but I couldnt wait. Still never mind, you can
still tongue me". With that she turned round and squatted over my
mouth. Reaching behind her she parted the cheeks of her bum and told me
to lick. "Ooohhh", she said as my tongue flicked up and down, "thats
niccceee". She squirmed around then sat firmly on my face, I could
just about breathe. "Push it up", she squealed, "I want to feel it
inside me". I tried but she was too tight. She got off of my face
and turned round. "Now you've disappointed me", she said with a
wicked glint in her eye, "Its drinky time". With the she took the
bottle off of the table. "Now thats going a bit too far", I said. The
pain returned to my prick. She had grabbed hold of the loose end and
yanked it. "Ok", I said, "You win". She squatted with her cunt just
over my mouth and with one hand parted the lips. "Open wide", she said
pulling on the thread to make sure I obeyed. I opened my mouth and she
poured the contents of the bottle over her clit, down her slit and into
my mouth. It was LIMEADE. I hate the stuff I think piss would have
been preferable. "You've got off easy this time", she said, "Next time
You may not be so lucky". "Is that it?", I asked. "Nope", she said,
"turn over. I want you to finger me". I turned onto my stomach and she
positioned herself over my hands. "Rub my clitoris gently or its the
strap for you". I turned to see that she had taken off the studded
belt and was holding it menacingly over my buttocks. I moved a
finger up and prodded her in a sensitive spot "OUCH" she said
bringing the belt down over my arse. 'Snap' I thought no longer caring.
"Can't you do anything right", she snapped, "I can see that you havent
learnt your lesson". Believe me, trying to gently rub a clitoris with
your hands tied behind your back, not being able to see where the
damn thing is and with pain wracking your body is not an easy
thing to do. It would make a doozy section for the Krypton Factor,
better than those stupid puzzles they do. Another good one would be
reciting a nursery rhyme while your face is inserted up a sopping
chuff... where was I.. Oh yes. Well after a few unsucessful prods
Carole was really loosing her temper. "Rotten bastard", she said,
"You're doing it on purpose. I've got just the punishment for you". I
waited for the stab of pain but to my horror I felt the rim of the
bottle top pressing against the rim of my arsehole. "NO", I yelled
tensing my arse. "See how you like a bottle up YOU", she said pushing
hard. I was fighting a loosing battle and my sphincter muscle was
fading fast. Bit by painful bit the bottle went in till it reached
the wide part. "Thats enough, it wont go any further", I offered. "I
took a lot more up me", she answered and continued pushing. That was it
I couldn't take anymore she was ripping me apart. I screamed the code
word and she stopped. "Sorry", she said, "Have I gone too far?". I
laughed at the innocence of the question. "I cant take any more of
that bottle", I said. "Do you want to stop the game?", she asked.
"No", I answered, "I've come this far, I'll see it through. Just
remove that bloody bottle". She removed the bottle and turned me over
onto my back. "Just one more thing", she said. "What's that", I asked.
"Where's my fuck", she replied. I looked at the pathetic limp object
between my legs and said "No chance". "I thought of that", she said,
"I've a little story for you". Carole does know how to tell a good
sexy story. "Guess who I went to see this morning?", she said.
"Who?", I asked. "Julie", she said. Now Julie is our niece, she was
17 and georgeous and Carole knew I had the hots for her. "I got her
out of bed. Did you know she sleeps only in a pair of knickers?. She's
getting a very big girl, her tits are larger than mine.. and so firm and
proud". It was working, my cock was finding a new lease of life. She
continued, "We chatted while she got dressed. You'd have loved to
have seen what I saw when she took those knickers off. The cutest
arse.. and that cunny of hers.. it looked so sweet I wouldn't have
minded a taste myself". I winced as I realised the thread was still
wound round my cock, and it was starting to pull tight again. "Yes",
she went on, "when she sat down and lifted her leg to put a clean pair
of knickers on her cute little cunt parted and it was so pinky and
moist. I even caught a whiff of it, most delightful. If only you could
have been there and seen it, You would have creamed your jeans. By now I
had a raging hard-on and Carole mounted it. "Arghhh", I yelled as the
pain got more intense, "You'll do me a serious damage". "Trust me", she
said, "Remember I'm a nurse". "Did they teach you this at college or
did you pick it up on the ward", I quipped. "I nearly forgot the best
bit", she said, "I brought back a souvenier for you". Again she
reached under the sofa cushion and this time she produced a pair of
knickers. "I retrieved them from Julie's linen basket, they're the
one's she was wearing last night, she'll never miss them".
"Aaarrrggghhh", I yelled again as my cock reached bursting point. "And
just look at these stains", she said showing me the crotch, "Looks as
if Julie was a very naughty girl last night. Here enjoy yourself", she
said placing the crotch over my nose and mouth. The conflict of pain
and pleasure was indescribable. "Oooohhhh", Carole moaned getting more
and more worked up, "Your prick feels just like one of those ribbed
dildos" (I never even knew she'd ever experienced a ribbed dildo).
Luckily Carole didnt need much stimulation and with a cry of "Fuck me,
fuck me, ooooh yes, thats ittt, I'm coming, I'm cominggg, NOW, AAHH,
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AAAAHHHhhhh" (she's got a way with words). She
climaxed for the second time that night and collapsed. "Please take
that thread off", I wimpered. "Sorry darling", she said lovingly,
easing herself off of my prick. Soon she had released the thread and
my bonds and looking up at me said "You just lick on those knicks
babe, think of Julie's lovely little cunt and leave the rest to me.
She then lowered her mouth over my aching prick. It didnt take long
with all of those sensations taking control of my body and within
seconds I had the most violent orgasm and shot so hard and long into
Carole's mouth that her head jerked back with the force. Quietly she
took the bottle and dribbled the spunk into it thinking I hadnt spotted
her. Handing me the bottle she said "Here darling why don't you
finish the limeade". "You don't catch me that easy babe", I replied,
"But I think you forgot where that bottle's been when you put your mouth
round it just now".
I can still remember the look on her face.. and thinking to
myself 'There is justice after all'.
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