Ava stepped into the parking lot wearing a long black dress. Her hair was done up into a bun beautifully sculpted around a rose pin and her make-up had changed. She now had ruby-red lips and smoky eyes.
David let the flowers sag as she made her way to the limo. She hadn’t even looked for her car. Matter of fact, he didn’t even see it in the parking garage. “How did you know?”
“Honey, you’re wonderfully predictable. It’s one of the things I love about you. Your dependability lessens my crazy. Yin and yang and all that. Though I must say, a full orchestra? If you keep upping the ante every year, in twenty years you’re going to have to shoot us into space.”
He smiled. She saw them together twenty years from now. “It’s a date!”
He opened the door and she climbed into the limo. The orchestra finished the song right as they departed. Every year they ate the same dinner at the same table at the same time. The restaurant had even changed their layout since then, but they left one table in the back the exact way it used to be. The owner was a romantic himself. David thanked his lucky stars their first dinner hadn’t been in the center of the restaurant; else the table that represented their love might have been in a landfill.
But five years before to that very day, he'd sat across from Ava, watching her flail her arms as she raged about her new position and explained how the entire company deserved to die in a fire for what they’d done, and he knew as surely as he’d known anything in his life. One day that crazy woman was going to be his wife.
Eighteen months later, they eloped to Vegas on a company retreat. He would have preferred a big wedding with hundreds of guests so they could all gaze upon his bride and wonder how the hell he got so lucky. But he knew she’d lose her mind planning a wedding, so when she suggested with a half laugh they go elope for the free spin, he jumped at the offer.
From the day he met her, he swore he’d do everything in his power to ease the chaos in her life, not add to it. He was her port, the place where she went to come out of the rain, and he intended to be her safe harbor for the rest of his life. So when his mother refused to speak to him for a month for getting married without her there, he wore the wound with pride. After all, he’d taken the hit to protect his woman.
Because of his gestures of love on past anniversaries, the restaurant had turned their special night into a bit of a holiday. The place was filled with couples, and their food came out soon after their arrival without them having to order. When dessert came, their raspberry cheesecake was served in the shape of two little hearts. A break from tradition, but a welcome change.
The anniversary of their first date was always the romantic holiday. For their wedding anniversary they went to Vegas every year with their parents. And they sat together blushing as their mothers debated who’d been wronged the most by their eloping, which was often followed by some pointed questions about grandchildren.
Ava was at a point in her career where having children would be a disaster. She’d managed to save the division even after the mess they’d handed her, she worked incredibly hard for what she had and David wouldn’t have asked her to sacrifice it to have his children. There was time.
After dinner they went home, where David peeled her out of that sexy dress. Underneath she wore a black lace bra and panties, with garters holding up her stockings. He loved garters. He ran his tongue over her luscious red lips before dipping his tongue in her mouth and entwining it with hers.
When he went to cup her wetness, he was surprised to find her panties were crotchless. She knew how to treat a man. He stripped off his clothes as she lay in bed, opening and closing her thighs seductively.
He pulled her to the edge of the bed and knelt down. He spread her lips open and ran his tongue along her clit, making her shiver. He lapped at her hole, sticking his tongue as deep inside her as it would go. Then he replaced his tongue with two fingers, stretching her walls while he sucked on her clit.
Her back arched from his attentions. She gripped the sheets and cried out his name as he licked her towards her orgasm.
After she was good and wet from having come, he crawled between her legs and pushed himself deep inside her core. He lifted himself up on his elbows and slowly rocked against her. Each stroke he went a bit deeper than the one before.
Her eyes were shut and her mouth hung open as he thrust into her.
“Oh God, you feel so good,” he said against her cheek.
“Ditto,” she said, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. She dug her red nails into his back as he sent her over the edge, her body quivering beneath him.
As her juices dripped out, coating his organ, he sped up his pace, giving it to her good and hard, determined to squeeze one more orgasm out of her before reaching his own. It was a little game they played, to see who could hold out the longest when they were going at fully.
As David’s balls began to tighten, he felt the familiar clench of his wife coming as she buried her red face against his chest. He smiled in triumph as he slammed into her, his thrust as deep as he could go as his cock spasmed and he filled her with his seed. Panting, he rolled off her.
She ran her fingers over her soaked pussy and licked his semen off her fingers. It was so absolutely vulgar. He loved it. He leaned over and kissed her, tasting the products of their intimacy.
The next morning, he brought her breakfast in bed. They lay in bed, her reading the paper, him reading one of her Cosmo magazines.
“Did you know that when a couple admit to each other their deepest fantasies they are 32% more likely to still be in a relationship five years later?”
“How many times have I asked you not to read my magazines? Wouldn’t you like a nice Maxim subscription, perhaps Playboy?”
“Reading your Cosmos give me valuable insight. So what’s yours?”
She took a sip of her coffee. “What’s my what?”
“You know. Your deepest, darkest fantasy.”
“The reason I haven’t told you before now is because it’s deep and dark.”
“Tell me. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me.”
“Okay, what’s yours?”
He didn’t really have one. Just getting sex when he wanted thrilled him, he had no need to make it fancy, but he promised her a fantasy so he just said the first thing that popped into his head. “I’ve always wanted to do it on a train.”
Ava frowned. “Do they still have private rooms on trains?”
“I think so. I can always look into it, if you like.”
She petted his head. “You do that. If they do, I guess we can take our next trip to Vegas by train.”
He’d just said something at random, but now the idea of screwing his wife on a train really excited him. He couldn’t wait to find out her fantasy. If just thinking of doing his pretend one was that exciting, fulfilling her real fantasy would be hot as hell.
“Okay, so what’s yours?”
“I don’t want to say. Yours is so sweet and innocent. I feel like I’d be a perv if I told you mine.”
“Believe me, I won’t think of you as a perv. You know you can tell me anything and I won’t judge.”
“Well, I’ve always wanted to try swinging.”
“You want to fuck another guy?” David exclaimed.
“You said you wouldn’t judge. I’m feeling a bit judged right now.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I just want to know why you want to sleep with another man – are you not satisfied with our sex life?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just something I’ve always been curious about, but never tried, and then I met you, and I knew you wouldn’t be into it, so I pushed the idea out of my head. But you asked.”
She knew he wouldn’t be into it. Why? Because he was predictable. He didn’t want to be predictable any more. He wanted to surprise her. Fulfill her in ways no one else could, because that’s what she did for him. “Okay. I’m game. How do we set it up?”
She sat up in bed. “Wh
at? You want to do it? You do understand if we swap I’ll be sleeping with another man and you’ll be sleeping with another woman?”
“Yes, I understand the basic idea behind swinging. And hey, we’re only young once, right? If you want to try it, I’m willing to try it too.”
She grinned. “Well, if you’re really serious. There is this swingers' club I’ve heard about called Club Cupid. We could go check it out, and if either of us feels uncomfortable we’ll leave. We won’t do anything. Okay?”
David smiled. “You have a deal.”
Justin and Casey
With her eyes covered, Casey had no choice but to feel… everything. Each time the flogger came down on her back, she felt each and every strand against her flesh. She strained against her binds, but she was tied to the pole securely, her Master had made sure of that. She could barely move an inch. Her only option was to give herself over to him. Her pain and her pleasure was his and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
As a lover, he sent her to places she’d never imagined. She’d always been turned on by the idea of power exchanges, but he turned his mastery of her into an art form. Sometimes she’d walk in on him as he studied new techniques. Ways of immobilizing her without marring what he affectionately called her “delicate skin.” Ways of punishing and rewarding her to keep every moment they spent together new and exciting.
And outside of the bed, he was just as wonderful. He was a man of culture and refinement. As a small-town girl she never imagined herself doing things like going on wine tastings or telling her friends she was spending the weekend on her yacht. And yet, that was her life ever since they moved in together. Impromptu trips to Paris. Coming home to find her closet filled with the fall line. She was the best-dressed librarian in the city.
She fidgeted against the pole – her back was starting to ache. But before she could say anything he stopped. She listened as his footsteps took him away from her. She breathed heavily as she waited for his return. She heard him come back. Her body tensed as she imagined what he might do to her next.
He stood behind her. She could feel his breath on her shoulder. He could do anything. She was so helpless. So under his control. Her pussy ached at the thought of it. She jumped at the shock of something cold on her back. A moment later she recognized it as an ice cube. He ran it down her heated welts, kissing them as he did so. She purred with pleasure, pressing her cheek against the pole as he attended to her sore body.
After he was done he untied her hands, letting her free from the pole. She didn’t reach for the blindfold. She knew better than to do that. He would let her see when he was ready for her to see. He guided her to the bed and laid her down on silk sheets. Then he rebound her hands above her head. The sheets felt wonderful against her bare flesh. She arched her back.
She might not be able to see, but she knew he could, and watching her writhe around was one of his greatest pleasures. A low growl told her that her intuition was correct. His eyes were locked on her and he was enjoying every movement.
He grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them down her slim legs. She spread her legs as far as they would go, giving him full access to her pussy. He gave her another groan of approval.
She could hear him moving again. As she felt the warmth of his body blanket hers, with his legs against her arms, she knew his throbbing hard cock would be only inches from her face. She darted out her tongue and it hit the tip of his fleshy head. She opened her mouth as he thrust his cock into it. At the same time, he spread her legs apart and buried his face in her pussy.
He licked and sucked her clit, making her tremble with pleasure. At the same time he fucked her face, shoving his thick cock down her throat as far as it would go. She took him deep, sucking his cock as best as she could. Though when she felt her own orgasm nearing, she’d lose her focus. She’d slow down or stop sucking his cock. That’s when he’d pinch her thigh, which shocked her back, and she’d renew her efforts. Making her so wound up that she forgot everything else and then punishing her for the distraction was one of his favorite pastimes. And secretly, hers too.
After that, he pulled his cock out her mouth with a popping sound. The he rolled her over, which crossed her bound arms and left her even less slack to work with. He pushed his cock deep inside her pussy and grabbed her hips. He pounded her relentlessly. She called out every curse word in the book, as she came hard and fast on his dick. But he didn’t stop. He continued to fuck her into a blissful stupor.
Right as she was on the verge of coming a second time, he pulled out of her and pushed his fat cock into her tight ass. She bit down on her arm to keep from screaming as he took her just as deeply there too. He reached his hand around and rubbed her clit as he slammed into her ass. And even though such brutal use hurt, he made her come again, even while she was in pain. And then once more before he himself came, filling her ass with his seed.
He rolled over and unbound her hands. Then he took off the blindfold. She blinked a few times before the world came into clear view.
“So, how was it?”
She rested her head on his chest. “I’m not going to stroke your ego.”
“Awww, but I love being stroked so much.”
She laughed, rubbing her hand across his chest.
“Fabulous as always.”
Justin was magnificent at anything he cared to do. There was just one thing she wished he cared more about. “You know, yesterday was my birthday…”
“Yeah, I know. I sent you a card. Didn’t you get it?”
“You sent me an e-card…”
“What? You didn’t like it? I thought it was funny.”
“Yes, you sent me an e-card with a funny penguin on my birthday. I was just hoping for something a little more romantic.”
“You have my credit card. Buy whatever you like with it. Really, I don’t mind.”
“It’s not that I want a present. I was just looking for a gesture.”
“This is the same conversation we had last year, and this year I made a gesture. I sent you a card. But now I was supposed to make a different gesture, but you refuse to tell me what gesture you want. How am I supposed to know what you find romantic if you don’t tell me? When I bought you the collar on Valentine’s Day, I thought that was a very romantic gesture, but you ran into the bathroom crying.”
She’d seen the jewelry box and thought he’d finally figured it out. The disappointment that he still didn’t get it was too much for her to handle. And she’d been rather emotional at that time, period.
“Just go with something traditional, like flowers.”
“You want flowers? You want fifty dollars’ worth of mangled plant corpses withering on your desk because that’s romantic, but a three hundred thousand dollar diamond studded collar isn’t?”
“Okay, they don’t sound nearly as romantic when you call them ‘plant corpses’, but yes, that’s what I want.”
“Fine. I’ll have Sarah order you some tomorrow. Anything else.”
Sarah was his administrative assistant. He’d just delegated romancing her to one of his employees.
She got out of bed. “You know what? Next time I want to be tied to a pole and fucked silly, maybe you should have Sarah come do that too.”
She stormed off, grabbing her robe on the way out the bedroom. She sat in the living room flipping channels on their wall-sized television. There was never anything good on when she was raging. He came into the living room wearing his boxers.
He sat down next to her. “I’m sorry. I really don’t get this romance stuff. All my relationships have been D/s ones and none of my past girlfriends cared. But I want to get it. I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy. I just want to feel like you love me, not just desire me.”
“But it’s the same thing. Or so entwined it may as well be.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I love you because I desire you. I desire you because I love you. For me, it’s like demanding I separate he
at and fire and only give you the fire, with no heat. It doesn’t make logical sense to me. So if you don’t tell me exactly what you want, and how you want it, I’ll be shooting blind here.”
“What about when we’re old and flabby? If you love me now, you may still love me then, but I doubt you’ll desire me.”
“When we’re old and flabby, I’m going to pop some Viagra and rub my flab against your flab until one of us has a heart attack. Probably me. I hear men tend to go first, especially if they are popping Viagra. But there is always a bright side, I bet you’re going to give killer blow jobs once you’ve lost your teeth.”
Casey shook with laughter. She tried so hard to be mad at him, but how could she? He was the love of her life. She punched his arm for the toothless thing though. “Okay, you want something specific, the next time we go out, I want to check out Club Cupid.”
“You mean that swingers' club where it looks like they murdered a unicorn and stuck it in a blender?” His face was twisted in disgust.
“But why? Isn’t that a bit vanilla for us?”
“Well, you said you don’t have any experience with what non-D/s relationships look like, and since we know all our friends from play parties, I think we need to expand our horizons a bit. It’ll be romantic. Our every date can’t end in me being tied up and gangbanged.”
He pouted. “But you love gangbangs.”
“That’s beside the point.”
“Fine. You win. We’ll go to Club Puke.”
Casey smiled. She loved when she won and it happened so rarely.
David and Ava
Ava wandered into the club holding David’s hand. What was she thinking? How could she have suggested this? How could he have possibly accepted? And now she was acting like she was in the know about how any of this worked. He'd asked for her deepest, darkest fantasy. This was one she’d long tossed in the closet and locked away, never to be seen again. But no, here it was, out it in light of day, flapping its perverted little wings.
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