To Break a Wishbone
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[a long tale in 5 parts of a married mature couples domination and pain fantasies,]
“It all started with her 50th birthday, till then we had been happy enough, just not as satisfied as now” Ian said, he was explain the details for my next story, and I the dutiful scribe was letting him expound the delightful details. She, his wife May, was clattering about in the kitchenette sticking in her two pennyworth here and there so I was ultra-sure it was all true. Though after my usual initial scepticism, I must say I do not now disbelieve a single word of this story.
Before I put finger to keyboard, I am not prejudice to our coloured brethren in any way, that there skin is not the same as mine, well that’s just one of those things, so please don’t be offended by the term BLACK it`s not racist… it’s a pigment of my imagination.
May being 55now, but still sharp as a tack and very sensual, a biggish woman it has to be said big of breast and buttock, perhaps a little overweight but nothing gross, with a pretty smile and sandy hair, about 14 or 15 stone, and twinkling grey eyes that said she was a game girl still.
I am Alibodge Eddy by the way, and I write [I hope] sensual stories for my site on Hamster. I had been approached to write up this couples story and invited to meet only a few miles from where I actually live here in Staffordshire, a challenge I eagerly took up and after an initial meet in a pub they had invited me to meet them at their home, and here I was pen in hand.
From this point on I will continue as one of my usual stories, ghost writing for them, and just so you know, the price of my penmanship was one of the most sensuous BJ`s I have ever received, so not to break my, (to me very serious,) wedding vows …not to sleep with anyone else…[well it`s my interpretation of the rules]
The date was February 10th, 2015, it was Mays Birthday and there was a party, and amongst the souls was a big black fellow and his wife, his name being ‘Rufus,’ a chap who Ian worked with at the nearby power station.
May danced with this black giant a few times in the course of the evening, each time returning to the table a little flustered. Anyway, next day after the hangover and the clearing up, and sat on the sofa over coffee, Ian, remarked on her nipples giving away the fact she was excited last night when dancing with Rufus. At which May coloured up considerably, muttering “she was sorry” and “had it shown that much!” which caused Ian to say it was “her birthday, and he didn’t mind and if he knew much of Rufus he would have laughed it off, as a compliment, he being like us very happily married!” she went a little quiet, then said in her best serious voice, “don`t you ever get …well a bit bored with just screwing me?” before he could answer she said, “This birthday has made me think… oh we are solid enough, as a couple, and we still have great sex, and I enjoy it don’t get me wrong about that, but don’t you ever want more….?” He was sat down here beside her, his beloved wife of numerous years and this as a new tack, something more… Well no he hadn’t really thought much about it, she was his, his wife, they had sex …together… it was normal, there never had been anything more…well the odd thought perhaps, fantasies and the stolen glance, a dolly bird on telly that sort of thing but, well he hadn’t thought she might want more…! He trod carefully with his answers, saying that, “she had always been enough for him and he had never strayed!”
She kissed him, then tactfully said “oh I know that well enough, and it goes for me too, but this birthday said to me, `wake up May, you only get one chance at life, and you`ll soon be past it, you have only a limited shelf life, and oh I don’t know…put it down to the change!” he smiled, the change, yes put it down to the change… She sipped her coffee then said, “Last night with Rufus, god he`s a big lad down there and I secretly thought to myself, if I was still in my 20`s I would have let him do any living thing he wanted to too me, I would willingly let him split me in half with that thing if he had wanted… and enjoyed every minute…isn`t that shocking a happily married old bird like me wanting things that are so taboo, and I am shocking you, I am sorry sweety, your my husband and always will be , and I don’t know where that thought came from!”
He sat back for a moment then placing his cup down took her in his arms and said, “you`re not old May, and you’re a loving wife, the best I ever could wish for and we should be able at this stage of our lives to be totally honest with one another, 50 is not old, the k**s have left , and you don’t need periods making you feel lousy every month anymore, so welcome the changes, and tell me all of your most innermost thoughts if you wish, I am sure there are hidden bits in both our minds that we have never revealed and that perhaps we should, well, …explore… if only as bedtime stories…!” They kissed, a long tender kiss that said they would each think about that and what they really wanted to reveal to one another.
The phone interrupted them, shrill and noisy, their daughter a nurse in New-Zealand, late as usual with her call, blaming night duty, time lag and god knows what else but wishing her birthday wishes. The moment past, life is like that.
It was in bed that evening when the subject reappeared, both determined to have sex and he to prove she was still desirable, her that she was not past her sell by date. They kissed and her lips were hot with lust, Ian slowly slipped himself into his wife, his full 6 ½ inches of stiffness, sliding home as her eyes closed. He whispered, “are you wishing it was Rufus my girl, imagining his big old black tool in there? is this not enough…” sadly he knew instinctively by her slowness to reply, it was just that, she wanted more, he rolled off and they lay in silence for a while, both near to tears.
She kissed him, said that, “it was not him it was her,” then she began to explain, “look, as a girl, before you were even in my life for the first time I read some porn on my old dads computer, he had been called away and forgotten to close it, it had a profound effect on me, it was the first erotic thing I had ever read. It turned me on like crazy, a black man using the woman hard and well in truth I have always fantasized a bit about it ever since. Then I met you and soon loved you and had real sex, and it got swept to the back of my mind, Rufus just reawakened it yesterday, an old fantasy, I am sorry, but there it is!”
He quietly said, “am I not enough anymore then?” but she reassured him, saying it`s just a fantasy and did he not have fantasies. He assured her he had both fantasies and nightmares, and his nightmare was her leaving him! She kissed him called him a silly goose, and that her fantasies were just that, and she too had a nightmare about him leaving her, that was why she had never mentioned the fantasies before. They kissed then made love, proper, deep loving, hard but gentle love in that strange intense sort of way that only those who have experienced it could ever understand. He filled her with an intensity that said of his understanding, his love, and their togetherness all in one.
After a stunning climax, they lay together in a soft embrace her head on his shoulder both facing the ceiling, neither wishing to make eye contact.
Both knew they needed to talk.
“Tell me then,” he said, “tell me of this secret fantasy you have nursed all these years!” she quietly said she would, but that she had not hidden the thing from him, just forgotten it till she felt Rufus stiff against her belly in that dance!
She added that she would if he would, but only when she had heard his darkest fantasy first! He smiled a rye-smile his eyes fixed on that ceiling still slowly he said, “OK, but don’t blame me if your disgusted with me May, I too tucked this away as wishful thinking as a young married man!”
He began by saying it was just a fantasy, then went on to quietly say, “I wanted to share you… with Tommy, I wanted to watch you and him fuck like crazy, I trusted him, oh and you it goes without saying, but it was my very real fantasy all those years ago, Tommy, my best mate remember, he who was killed in that road accident, I would have loved to see him having you.. that was my fantasy.” He paused, then said; “in my dream I would have got you ready, dressed you, shaved you if Tommy had asked, then given you to him to use as hard as ever he wanted, in bondage if he had asked, let him violate you then return you to me used and ravished, for me to love and nurse and repair if necessary, till he or you wanted us to do it once more!” by now Ian was very red with embarrassment, “God May, what must you think of me, to think your my loving wife and I should be fantasize of that!”
She squeezed his hand, then said, ”We all have secret fantasies mate, I know mine began that day on dads computer, he had a pain fetish, and the piece was a woman being used badly by a masterful sadistic black man, it excited me then and I wished… oh how I wished I was that woman,” she drifted off for a moment then started again, “ remember when you spanked me over your knee that time and I begged you for more,” he nodded, “well I so wanted you to use a belt on me till the blood ran and I could not sit… but you wouldn’t…do you remember you said you didn’t think you could ever hurt me, as you said I was so precious, I was sad and not wanting to push a wedge between us I shelved the whole idea,!” she paused, “that in fact was just before Tommy was killed, remember, we hadn’t been married that long had we, about two years.” He said he remembered it well, and that that may have been the reason for his fantasy, and not being man enough to have been able to hurt her, as he loved her too much, though for some reason he would have loved to have watched her being chastised but just couldn’t bring himself to do the deed.
She kissed him threw her leg over him and to his surprise they made love an unheard of, of late, second time before sleeping like babes… entwined.
After work next day she as usual did tea, and watched a few usual soap operas on telly, he pottering about out in his shed, building some new garden furnishings, so it was in bed later that she shocked him with the question “Would you really have gone through with it, and let Tommy use me like that?” there was a long silence then he said, “I have asked himself that many, many times over the years, and I still don’t know!”
She smiled and he said, “The whole idea turns me on like crazy, it really does, if another man touched you I suspect I could just about cope with that, but I should need securing if there was pain involved I think, to watch it happen or I might just stop it all!” She kissed him and he returned the kiss with gusto, before they again made love, silently, their minds on the whole idea of trying out the fantasy`s
[a long tale in 5 parts of a married mature couples domination and pain fantasies,]
“It all started with her 50th birthday, till then we had been happy enough, just not as satisfied as now” Ian said, he was explain the details for my next story, and I the dutiful scribe was letting him expound the delightful details. She, his wife May, was clattering about in the kitchenette sticking in her two pennyworth here and there so I was ultra-sure it was all true. Though after my usual initial scepticism, I must say I do not now disbelieve a single word of this story.
Before I put finger to keyboard, I am not prejudice to our coloured brethren in any way, that there skin is not the same as mine, well that’s just one of those things, so please don’t be offended by the term BLACK it`s not racist… it’s a pigment of my imagination.
May being 55now, but still sharp as a tack and very sensual, a biggish woman it has to be said big of breast and buttock, perhaps a little overweight but nothing gross, with a pretty smile and sandy hair, about 14 or 15 stone, and twinkling grey eyes that said she was a game girl still.
I am Alibodge Eddy by the way, and I write [I hope] sensual stories for my site on Hamster. I had been approached to write up this couples story and invited to meet only a few miles from where I actually live here in Staffordshire, a challenge I eagerly took up and after an initial meet in a pub they had invited me to meet them at their home, and here I was pen in hand.
From this point on I will continue as one of my usual stories, ghost writing for them, and just so you know, the price of my penmanship was one of the most sensuous BJ`s I have ever received, so not to break my, (to me very serious,) wedding vows …not to sleep with anyone else…[well it`s my interpretation of the rules]
The date was February 10th, 2015, it was Mays Birthday and there was a party, and amongst the souls was a big black fellow and his wife, his name being ‘Rufus,’ a chap who Ian worked with at the nearby power station.
May danced with this black giant a few times in the course of the evening, each time returning to the table a little flustered. Anyway, next day after the hangover and the clearing up, and sat on the sofa over coffee, Ian, remarked on her nipples giving away the fact she was excited last night when dancing with Rufus. At which May coloured up considerably, muttering “she was sorry” and “had it shown that much!” which caused Ian to say it was “her birthday, and he didn’t mind and if he knew much of Rufus he would have laughed it off, as a compliment, he being like us very happily married!” she went a little quiet, then said in her best serious voice, “don`t you ever get …well a bit bored with just screwing me?” before he could answer she said, “This birthday has made me think… oh we are solid enough, as a couple, and we still have great sex, and I enjoy it don’t get me wrong about that, but don’t you ever want more….?” He was sat down here beside her, his beloved wife of numerous years and this as a new tack, something more… Well no he hadn’t really thought much about it, she was his, his wife, they had sex …together… it was normal, there never had been anything more…well the odd thought perhaps, fantasies and the stolen glance, a dolly bird on telly that sort of thing but, well he hadn’t thought she might want more…! He trod carefully with his answers, saying that, “she had always been enough for him and he had never strayed!”
She kissed him, then tactfully said “oh I know that well enough, and it goes for me too, but this birthday said to me, `wake up May, you only get one chance at life, and you`ll soon be past it, you have only a limited shelf life, and oh I don’t know…put it down to the change!” he smiled, the change, yes put it down to the change… She sipped her coffee then said, “Last night with Rufus, god he`s a big lad down there and I secretly thought to myself, if I was still in my 20`s I would have let him do any living thing he wanted to too me, I would willingly let him split me in half with that thing if he had wanted… and enjoyed every minute…isn`t that shocking a happily married old bird like me wanting things that are so taboo, and I am shocking you, I am sorry sweety, your my husband and always will be , and I don’t know where that thought came from!”
He sat back for a moment then placing his cup down took her in his arms and said, “you`re not old May, and you’re a loving wife, the best I ever could wish for and we should be able at this stage of our lives to be totally honest with one another, 50 is not old, the k**s have left , and you don’t need periods making you feel lousy every month anymore, so welcome the changes, and tell me all of your most innermost thoughts if you wish, I am sure there are hidden bits in both our minds that we have never revealed and that perhaps we should, well, …explore… if only as bedtime stories…!” They kissed, a long tender kiss that said they would each think about that and what they really wanted to reveal to one another.
The phone interrupted them, shrill and noisy, their daughter a nurse in New-Zealand, late as usual with her call, blaming night duty, time lag and god knows what else but wishing her birthday wishes. The moment past, life is like that.
It was in bed that evening when the subject reappeared, both determined to have sex and he to prove she was still desirable, her that she was not past her sell by date. They kissed and her lips were hot with lust, Ian slowly slipped himself into his wife, his full 6 ½ inches of stiffness, sliding home as her eyes closed. He whispered, “are you wishing it was Rufus my girl, imagining his big old black tool in there? is this not enough…” sadly he knew instinctively by her slowness to reply, it was just that, she wanted more, he rolled off and they lay in silence for a while, both near to tears.
She kissed him, said that, “it was not him it was her,” then she began to explain, “look, as a girl, before you were even in my life for the first time I read some porn on my old dads computer, he had been called away and forgotten to close it, it had a profound effect on me, it was the first erotic thing I had ever read. It turned me on like crazy, a black man using the woman hard and well in truth I have always fantasized a bit about it ever since. Then I met you and soon loved you and had real sex, and it got swept to the back of my mind, Rufus just reawakened it yesterday, an old fantasy, I am sorry, but there it is!”
He quietly said, “am I not enough anymore then?” but she reassured him, saying it`s just a fantasy and did he not have fantasies. He assured her he had both fantasies and nightmares, and his nightmare was her leaving him! She kissed him called him a silly goose, and that her fantasies were just that, and she too had a nightmare about him leaving her, that was why she had never mentioned the fantasies before. They kissed then made love, proper, deep loving, hard but gentle love in that strange intense sort of way that only those who have experienced it could ever understand. He filled her with an intensity that said of his understanding, his love, and their togetherness all in one.
After a stunning climax, they lay together in a soft embrace her head on his shoulder both facing the ceiling, neither wishing to make eye contact.
Both knew they needed to talk.
“Tell me then,” he said, “tell me of this secret fantasy you have nursed all these years!” she quietly said she would, but that she had not hidden the thing from him, just forgotten it till she felt Rufus stiff against her belly in that dance!
She added that she would if he would, but only when she had heard his darkest fantasy first! He smiled a rye-smile his eyes fixed on that ceiling still slowly he said, “OK, but don’t blame me if your disgusted with me May, I too tucked this away as wishful thinking as a young married man!”
He began by saying it was just a fantasy, then went on to quietly say, “I wanted to share you… with Tommy, I wanted to watch you and him fuck like crazy, I trusted him, oh and you it goes without saying, but it was my very real fantasy all those years ago, Tommy, my best mate remember, he who was killed in that road accident, I would have loved to see him having you.. that was my fantasy.” He paused, then said; “in my dream I would have got you ready, dressed you, shaved you if Tommy had asked, then given you to him to use as hard as ever he wanted, in bondage if he had asked, let him violate you then return you to me used and ravished, for me to love and nurse and repair if necessary, till he or you wanted us to do it once more!” by now Ian was very red with embarrassment, “God May, what must you think of me, to think your my loving wife and I should be fantasize of that!”
She squeezed his hand, then said, ”We all have secret fantasies mate, I know mine began that day on dads computer, he had a pain fetish, and the piece was a woman being used badly by a masterful sadistic black man, it excited me then and I wished… oh how I wished I was that woman,” she drifted off for a moment then started again, “ remember when you spanked me over your knee that time and I begged you for more,” he nodded, “well I so wanted you to use a belt on me till the blood ran and I could not sit… but you wouldn’t…do you remember you said you didn’t think you could ever hurt me, as you said I was so precious, I was sad and not wanting to push a wedge between us I shelved the whole idea,!” she paused, “that in fact was just before Tommy was killed, remember, we hadn’t been married that long had we, about two years.” He said he remembered it well, and that that may have been the reason for his fantasy, and not being man enough to have been able to hurt her, as he loved her too much, though for some reason he would have loved to have watched her being chastised but just couldn’t bring himself to do the deed.
She kissed him threw her leg over him and to his surprise they made love an unheard of, of late, second time before sleeping like babes… entwined.
After work next day she as usual did tea, and watched a few usual soap operas on telly, he pottering about out in his shed, building some new garden furnishings, so it was in bed later that she shocked him with the question “Would you really have gone through with it, and let Tommy use me like that?” there was a long silence then he said, “I have asked himself that many, many times over the years, and I still don’t know!”
She smiled and he said, “The whole idea turns me on like crazy, it really does, if another man touched you I suspect I could just about cope with that, but I should need securing if there was pain involved I think, to watch it happen or I might just stop it all!” She kissed him and he returned the kiss with gusto, before they again made love, silently, their minds on the whole idea of trying out the fantasy`s
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