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A couple of weeks later, I woke on Monday morning to find Dave gone. When I went through to the kitchen, he was sitting and reading his iPad at the island. He had a very mischievous grin. When I asked what he was up to, he just told me I’d find out soon enough.

I turned, saying I needed a shower.

When I returned, I saw Dave fully dressed and ready for work, walking out of the door with a bin bag. I thought nothing of it assuming he was putting out some rubbish. However, I was soon to find out how just how wrong I was.

Walking into the bedroom, I couldn’t help but look in the mirror at myself. My nipples were still rather red from last night and my body tingled. Opening my underwear drawer, I was suddenly aware of what Dave had done. It was nearly empty; all that was left were two bras and a few pairs of holdups. I shouted, “Dave.”

When he walked in, he had a grin from ear to ear. He looked at me saying, “You had an underwear drawer, so I binned it.” Before I had a chance to speak, he continued, “We shall buy you a lingerie drawer that is more befitting your new hotwife status.”

As he walked out, he just replied, “Make do with what I’ve left you until the weekend and we’ll go shopping. I hear that you like shopping!”

That week, all I had to wear under my work clothes were bras and holdups. I did think of the matching set, but they were dirty. So, half an hour later I walked back into the kitchen in a knee-length dress, bra, holdups and courts. I curtsied and asked if he approved.

He walked over to me, lifted my dress and smiled saying, “Perfect.”

I asked what had brought this on and he replied saying that he had been doing lots of research after I had said how much I liked being controlled. It was quite an eye-opener, and he looked forward to exploring it with me.

When I enquired where we were going shopping, he just said, “You’ll see.”

The rest of the week went in a blur. I had a few texts from Mark and got the feeling that he wanted more, but I think he was feeling a little sheepish. If I was honest, even though I said it was a one-time thing, I’d happily go down that road again.

I got home on Friday at lunchtime having booked half-a-day off at Dave’s request. He was already there and changed when I walked in. I saw our two small cases out. He just said, “Quick, you need to change, we have a train to catch; your clothes are on the bed for you.” He then slapped my bum playfully but quite hard pushing me towards the bedroom.

Thinking, ‘oh well, I’ll go along with it,’ I walked into the bedroom to find, laid out on the bed, was one of my smallest dresses, a gorgeous fit and flare red dress with a new pair of sheer holdups, and the heels Tony had bought me! I just stood there looking at them when Dave shouted, “Hurry up.”

‘What then hell,’ I thought and five minutes later I walked into the lounge wearing the outfit. The dress was only just long enough to cover my holdups.

The lust in Dave’s eyes was very obvious. He looked me up and down with a smile from ear to ear. He walked over to me and lifted my skirt and before I had a chance to say anything, he ran his finger down my slit and straight into me before pulling it out and rubbing my clit; god it felt good. He just looked me in the eyes and made me cum, right there, standing in the middle of the lounge.

He sucked his finger, picked up our cases and said, “Come on or we’ll miss our train.” I started to protest saying that I needed to clean up, but he cut me short with, “Nope, you travel with a wet cunt.” I was shocked to hear him use language like that, but I liked it. Sitting in the car on the way to the station I felt so sexy again.

We parked up and collected our tickets before walking to the platform hand-in-hand. I could feel so many sets of eyes watching me as I walked, some clearly in disgust, others with envy. The height of the heels gave me such a wiggle as well and I found myself giving it all I could; I was relishing in the feeling of being watched.

We boarded the train and found our seats and found that the carriage was unusually quiet. As we sat down, Dave looked a little sheepish and asked me if he had gone too far.

Looking him in the eyes, I told him not at all and that I was rather enjoying this new twist in the dynamic to our marriage. “That’s good,” he told me, “I am trying to hold back, but worried I will get carried away and go too far.”

I couldn’t help it, but it made me giggle and I kissed him gently and said, “I am totally yours, darling; I will do anything you ask of me.”

As soon as the train pulled out of the station, Dave had a grin on his face as he rummaged in his bag. He pulled out a little bag and took out a vibrating egg saying that he got the idea from John. He placed it into my hand saying, “Why don’t you pop to the loo.”

I replied, “My pleasure, darling.”

As I stood up, I noticed again just how quiet the carriage was. I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I lifted one leg up onto the seat next to Dave, lifted my dress exposing my pussy. Looking him in the eye, I rubbed the egg along my slit before slipping it inside. I was so wet, it slipped in easily. I sat down opposite him, smiling; it felt really good.

Dave sat with his mouth wide open. He was just about to say something when the guard came into our carriage to inspect the tickets. He went into his bag to get them when I suddenly felt it; he had turned on the egg! I thought I’d said, “Shit,” under my breath, but obviously not, as the guard gave me a really odd look as he took a second look at the tickets before he punched the tickets and passed them back.

Dave turned off the egg as the guard walked away and I was almost disappointed. He just looked at me and said, “Don’t worry darling, I will be surprising you with it often.”

The feeling it gave was amazing and I couldn’t believe just how horny it had made me feel. As the train arrived at King's Cross Station, we gathered our cases and got off the train. As soon as my foot stepped onto the platform my knees nearly buckled as he turned it on again.

I grabbed Dave’s arm to steady myself, but he just giggled and said, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist it,” before stopping it again.

“My god Dave, I’m not sure how much longer I can take it,” I gasped. I could feel my pussy was soaking wet and the fresh air felt so cool on it.

We headed straight down to the tube and two stops later we got off. The hotel Dave had booked was just around the corner from Russell Square Station; it was beautiful. It suddenly dawned on me while I was standing in reception that Dave hadn’t used the egg since we left the train.

Just as he said to the young lady on reception, “We have a room booked,” I felt it. But this time Oh my God, it felt as if he had turned it up to full power.

My legs gave way as I grabbed the counter to hold myself. The woman on reception looked worried and asked if I was ok but all I could think of was to say, ‘cramps’ and ‘time of the month.’ This was a blatant lie as I’d not had a period for nearly two years thanks to the menopause.

She just reached out and held my hand saying that she would arrange for a hot water bottle to be taken to the room. I blushed and said thank you as the bell boy arrived to take our cases.

Thankfully, Dave turned it off again as I was so close. Even though it had been so public, I was slightly disappointed that he’d turned it off. Walking to our room I felt a dribble run from me onto my holdup, but instead of feeling dirty, it gave me such a glow.

Pretty much the second the door was closed he was all over me, kissing me deeply. I just blurted out, “Fuck me, please.”

“Turn around and bend over the bed now,” Dave said calmly. I did as he asked. He then moved behind me and lifted my dress over my arse. I could feel his hands all over my bottom and then between my legs, teasing me as he pulled on the string of the egg gently. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain as he slapped both cheeks hard.

As I screamed, he said, “Not yet, I want you gagging for it,” before reaching between my legs and pulling the egg from me, telling me not to move as he walked over to our case. A couple of minutes later he was at my arse again and with the familiar sensation of lube, I felt my arse opening up as he eased a butt plug into me.

I couldn’t help but let out a low moan as he did it; it felt good. Before I had time to enjoy the feeling, I felt two more hard slaps and then a third right between my legs catching my pussy and the plug. Suddenly it overtook over me and my legs began to shake as I gave way to an orgasm washing through my body. I fell forwards onto the bed gasping for breath.

After I had calmed down a little, Dave said I had better clean up as it was shopping time.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the bed waiting. Next to him on the floor were my knee-high boots. He told me he had brought them as he knew I’d be upset if I ruined my new heels walking around London. I was glad as the heels were a couple of inches lower and I could walk so much further and more easily in them.

Telling me to sit, he knelt before me and, slipping my shoes off, he eased my boots on and zipped them up. He then pushed my legs open and kissed up my inner thigh until he reached my pussy. He ran his tongue up to my clit and sucked gently on it.

Looking up at me he said, “You have the sweetest tasting pussy ever.” With that, he stood, took my hand, and we left.

I don’t know why I had bothered to clean up. The sensations the plug was giving me as I walked had me soaking wet again before we got to the tube. We sat down as Dave said it was a few stops to our destination. As I sat, I crossed my legs and I knew that my holdups were clearly on show, but I loved the thought and revelled in it.

We must have gone into every shop on Oxford Street that sold lingerie. Dave chose about seventy-five per cent of what we bought. All of it was silk, satin or lace and I felt so spoilt. He wouldn’t tell me how much he’d spent, but just in my head, it was well over a thousand pounds.

We headed back onto the tube with Dave saying we had one more stop. Twenty minutes later we were standing outside a fetish shop called ‘Honour.’ Taking my hand, he said,” You did say anything I wanted.”

A short while later, I found myself modelling a leather basque for Dave, his eyes saying everything. I had to have it. The cups of the basque were on pop studs so they could be removed if so desired. The curtain opened again, and he passed me a pair of heels to try on. They were strappy with six-inch heels at least. Just trying them on made my pussy tingle. I loved it. I stood up in them and wow, was I tall.

I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “I cannot wait to be fucked wearing these.”

He smiled saying, “Trust me my darling, your wish will be granted.”

I changed back into my clothes and met Dave at the till. The woman behind the desk was placing a box in a bag as I placed the corset and heels on the counter, she smiled saying, “I hope you enjoy.” With that he paid, picked up our shopping and we left.

All the way back to the hotel I quizzed him what was in the box. All he said was, “Don’t be nosey.”

When we got back to the hotel room, he threw the bags to the floor and grabbed me. We started kissing passionately and before I knew it, my dress was on the floor and he was pushing me back onto the bed.

Lifting my leg up he slowly kissed his way from the toe of my boot to my pussy, gently slipping his tongue into me before lifting up the other leg and doing the same. He then took my boots and holdups off and kissed his way back up my body till he looked me in the eyes.

We made love slowly, late into the evening. We ordered room service. And made love again. I was in heaven. As we lay cuddling, I said that I had hoped he would have fucked me hard. But this was so much better.

All he said was, “Tomorrow darling, tomorrow,” as he fell into a deep sleep.

I lay there wondering what he had planned and what was in the box. I fell asleep looking at him and thinking, ‘I don’t think I could possibly love him more.’

The next morning, I woke first and couldn’t resist taking his cock into my mouth as I slowly sucked on him. I cannot describe the feeling it gives as I felt him growing and getting harder in my mouth. Lust and power; I felt so sexy. I heard him moan as he started to stir. I pushed my mouth further onto him, trying to relax my throat. I wanted to take him all the way.

I calmed myself and slowly eased down as I felt his cock touch my tonsils. I swallowed slowly, and it slipped straight into my throat. Oh, my God, I’d done it, but before I had a chance to move, I heard a moan of, “Oh, fuck,” as the head of his cock swelled and exploded into my throat. I pulled back sucking him hard.

Once I was sure I’d got every drop, I kissed my way up his body. We kissed. I wasn’t sure how he would take it as I had kept all the cum that didn’t go down my throat in my mouth. His eyes went wide before he kissed me so hard, sucking my tongue. He loved it!

When we stopped, he said, “That was so horny, you can wake me like that every day.”

“Even with a mouth full of cum?” I enquired.

“Yes, I loved the taste in your mouth. That was so erotic.”

I got up and went for a shower. When I came out Dave was naked and waiting. He slipped into the shower as I dried off.

As I went to leave the bathroom he said, “I hope you approve.”

Walking back into the bedroom, I saw on the bed, the dress I’d worn for Mark. With it, there was a white suspender belt but no knickers, even though I knew we had bought the matching thong and bra yesterday. Lying by the side was a pair of sheer white nylons and white strappy heels.

I sat at the dressing table and dried my hair. I was putting on my make-up when Dave came out from the shower, so I stood and kissed him saying, “I love your taste.”

By the time I had finished, he was dressed and sitting on the chair watching me. He just sat there and watched me get dressed; I loved it. I stood and slipped my feet into to the heels then lifted each foot in turn onto his lap for him to do up the strap.

Feeling all eyes on me as we walked into breakfast gave me quite a buzz. Apart from a look of disgust from a pair of old ladies, I felt so many looks of approval. At forty-eight years old, it was an amazing ego boost.

We had a lovely day sightseeing and lunch was amazing. Dave had booked us into the shard. The food and the views were outstanding. We ended up in the West End where he had tickets for the new Tina Turner show. It was fantastic, and yes, I cried like a baby as well.

After the show, we headed back to the hotel, had a drink in the bar then headed to our room. Dave said he had planned dinner and drinks in the hotel this evening as I’d been on my feet all day, which I was more than happy with. Once again, when I came out of the shower, Dave was ready in trousers and a shirt.

On the bed, an outfit had been laid out for me. The leather basque with my leather pencil skirt and a white blouse was neatly spread out. With it, there was a black suspender belt and a pair of fully-fashioned, seamed nylons that we had bought the day before. Next to that was the box I saw the lady in Honour putting into a bag as I came from the changing room.

Dave said I had a choice of outfit for this evening. What I could see, or what was in the box. Now, knowing how his mind works I figured it would be a far safer option wearing what was laid out than the box, especially as it was rather a nice hotel. He laughed saying ok, then placed my Louboutin’s in front of the bed.

As with the night before, he sat and watched me get dress, and I have to admit that just putting on the basque had me damp. The feeling of the leather on my body was amazing with my nipples straining against the leather. The stockings were my first pair of real seamed nylons and slipping them on felt so good. I stood and turned my back to Dave, asking him to straighten the seams, which he eagerly did.

I walked over to the bed and slipped my feet into my heels. I know I’d worn them a few times, but the feeling of slipping my toes into a pair of five-hundred-pound heels still made me tingle in all the right places.

I sat and did my hair and applied my makeup, paying extra attention to my eyes and making sure it was heavy just as Dave liked it. I finished off with some crimson red lipstick.

I bent to pick up my skirt from the bed when I felt a sharp sting and Dave slapped my arse hard. He then said, “Stay there, don’t move.”

I felt him kneel behind me, “Open your legs,” he said, and I did so without saying a word.

I felt him pull my arse cheeks apart and could feel his breath on me before his tongue began to circle my arse. I couldn’t help letting out a moan and then a gasp as he pushed his tongue straight into it. My pussy tingled and I could feel myself getting wetter.

I then felt something cold on my pussy lips, I knew straight away it was my plug. He eased it into me, his tongue never leaving its home deep in my arse. He then pulled out and pushed the plug into my arse.

He stood. “Open your legs wider,” and as I did so, “I got this idea the other night.”

He then slapped me twice right between my legs.

“Fuck,” I screamed as my legs went weak, I had to support myself on the bed. My puss was on fire but in such a good way.

“Mmmmm ok, time for dinner,” and he passed me my skirt.

In the lift, I asked if he fancied skipping dinner and taking me back to the room as I was so horny. He just told me, “Good, I want you horny all evening.”

Dinner was fab and I chose a fairly light fish dish as I didn’t want to be too full. I was rather hoping, wanting and definitely needing a good fucking. The wine recommendation was amazing, and we ended up having two bottles with dinner. We headed to the bar and found a couple of stools at the far end.

Dave ordered us each GnT's with the first going down far too easily, especially after the wine. Dave traced his finger down my suspender while we waited for another drink.

“I love the way I can see them when your skirt pulls tight,” and with that, he stood up saying he needed the loo.

Just as the barman placed our drinks on the bar, a large coloured guy sat next to me. Before I had a chance to say a word, he said, “Allow me,” and handed over his card for the drinks.

I got as far as saying “I’m sorry but…”

When he said, “I have been watching you for a while, you are the sexiest woman here by far.”

I could feel myself blush as I blurted out, “Er, thank you, but…”

Again, he cut me off saying, “My name is Marcus,” and offered his hand to me.

Not really knowing what to do or say, I limply shook his hand and just as I did, Dave came back and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

But then I was in total bewilderment as Dave shook his hand and said, “Hi Marcus, glad you could make it.”

I snapped, “What the hell?”

Dave looked me in the eyes and said, “I asked Marcus to join us for the evening; well, to be precise, join you.”

He spun my stool around to face Marcus saying, “I know it’s something you want as I’ve seen your browsing history on the computer.”

Well, I went even brighter red and didn’t know where to look or what to say.

Dave leant over to me and whispered, “he is certified clean, and as big as the ones you have been looking at.” As he did so I could feel him unzipping the front of my skirt. I looked around and the bar was quiet. I felt the zip pass my stocking tops.

Dave eased my legs open as he said, “Show Marcus how excited you are.”

I don’t know what came over me, but I let him open my legs and was totally exposed to him.

Marcus leaned forward, running his fingers up my inner thigh. I was soaked. He ran his finger along my slit then back down my legs. I think I would have cum there and then at the bar, if he’d touched me again. Dave pulled the zip back down on my skirt.

Marcus stood and excused himself to go to the loo.

As soon as he had left the bar, I turned to Dave. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Wendy, you want it, I know you do.”

“That’s beside the point; you sprung it on me.”

“Ha, I knew it,” he giggled.

“Damn you, l will have the last laugh. Trust me.”

I took a large gulp of my drink as Marcus came back and he asked if everything was ok.

I said, “Oh yes. Dave is going to stay here and finish the drinks while we get to know each other better.” Turning to Dave, I snapped, “Come up in half an hour,” before kissing him on the cheek.

I turned and offered my hand to Marcus, which he gladly took.

In the lift, he asked if I was sure that I wanted to do this, and he wouldn’t be offended if I wanted to back out. I told him, “Oh yes, very sure.” I fully intended to give him the show of his life. When we got to the room, we kissed for the first time. He was good and the all too familiar feeling came over me. I knew I was his for the night.

We had been in the room for about twenty minutes, kissing and touching, when I pulled back and said that I wanted to change into something more suitable. I picked up one of the bags from yesterday and went to the bathroom. I slipped off my heels, skirt and blouse and then eased the nylons from my legs. They were far too nice to risk ruining.

Out of the bag, I took a pair of fishnets and pulled them up my legs, once again loving my red pedicure though them. Then the heels that Dave had chosen the day before and wow, they felt and looked hot. Just as I stood, I heard the door open and Dave walked in. I stood in front of the mirror and pulled on the cups of the basque. They came away with a little force allowing my tits to fall free. My nipples were so hard and sensitive.

I stepped back and looked again in the mirror. My god, I looked like a whore. The truth be told I wanted to be treated like one again, so I may as well look the part. I went to open the door and saw the bathrobes hanging on the door, a very naughty idea came to me.

As I walked back into the room, and as if in stereo, they both said, “Fuck me!”

“I hope so,” I replied with a giggle.”

Turning to Dave I told him to, “Strip and sit in the chair.” He did it in seconds.

I walked over to him and looking him in the eye, I asked, “Do you agree that I’m in charge tonight?”

“Anything,” he replied.

I knelt in front of him and took out the bathrobe belts from behind my back and proceeded to tie his legs and arms to the chair. Looking him in the eye again, I slowly took his cock into my mouth and sucked him until he was hard.

I stood and turned to Marcus and walked over to him. Kissing him once more as I started to undo his belt, he started removing his jacket and shirt. I pulled his trousers down and knelt before him. I slowly eased his boxers down, as I did so his cock sprang out slapping me in the face.

I turned to look at Dave and said, “Fuck, you were right, it’s huge.” I then turned back and took his cock straight into my mouth. God, the head was so big I could only just fit it in. I could feel it twitching as it grew even more in my mouth. I relaxed my jaw as much as I could to try and take more and more. No matter how I tried, I could still get both my hands around what was left outside my mouth.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me, saying, “Are you ready for the fucking of your life?”

“Oh yes, am I ever,” I replied as I turned to Dave and said, “Remember that you set this up.”

He just smiled as I walked backwards to the bed. Falling back onto the bed, I opened my legs wide, looked at Marcus and said, “Make me a black cock slut.”

He walked to the bed with his solid cock pointing straight at me. I was half petrified and half full of pure lust at what he was about to do with it. He lay between my legs and oh so slowly licked my pussy. I was so wet that I could feel myself dribbling down the crack of my arse.

He slipped a finger into me, “Yes,” I moaned. Then another joined it and my first orgasm hit me. He immediately worked up my body with small kisses until he reached my nipples. Taking each one in turn, he sucked them harder and harder each time. Electric shocks ran through my body. Lifting his head, I pulled him up to me, kissing deeply before whispering in his ear, “Please fuck me now.”

Hooking his arms under my legs, he lifted them up and I then felt a totally new experience as he eased forward a little. I felt my lips being stretched wide; oh my! He pushed a little further and I couldn’t help but moan out loud. He pulled back a bit then eased in a little further. I’d never felt so full in all my life.

Looking down, I could see he was only half in me. I had never wanted anything so much in my life. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him into me. But he held back saying he didn’t want to hurt me.

I dug my heels into his arse as I panted like a dog saying, “My married white pussy is yours, use it.”

With that, he pushed hard all the way and I let out a loud scream; half pain, half joy. I could feel my cervix being opened with each thrust. I lifted my legs up grabbing my heels then I pulled them as wide open as I could to give him total access to my body. He suddenly stopped, looking me in the eye when he asked if he should put on a condom. I kissed him, saying, “No, fill my body with your cum.”

He pulled back and started to fuck me with relish. Once again, the feeling of a man’s balls banging on my butt plug forced me over the edge as yet another orgasm washed over me. He pulled out telling me to get on my knees, which I did with pleasure.

He lined his cock up to my pussy before ramming himself straight back into me again. I couldn’t stifle my screams of pleasure; I was lost. I think I had three more orgasms before I felt him speed up and his head swell as he pumped stream after stream of cum into me.

I fell forwards onto the bed, my body like jelly. Rolling onto my side, Marcus cuddled behind me caressing my body. The feel of his touch again awakening my senses. As he rubbed and pinched my nipples, he caused me to tense and, wow, it felt as if a gallon of cum oozed from my pussy.

An overwhelming urge to taste it came over me and I reached between my legs and scooped some cum and sucked it from my finger. I didn’t know what he had been eating but he tasted so, so good.

Reaching around, I felt his cock, still limp. I rolled over and kissed my way down his body, the taste of our combined juices was heaven as I took him once more into my mouth. Running my nails up his inner thigh until I reached his balls, I dug my nails into them, gently at first, and then harder as I felt him swell in my mouth.

“I want your arse,” he said to me.

Letting his cock fall from my mouth, I got up off the bed and went to my case. Taking out the lube, I passed it to him saying, “I think you’ll need all of it,” with a nervous giggle. Turning to go to the loo I felt another glob of cum dribble from me, straight onto my stockings. I felt a complete slut, but I loved it.

As I came out, I heard the two of them talking but they stopped as soon as I appeared. Marcus told me to kneel in front of him. I did so without question. Then from behind his back, he pulled out a ball gag and said, “This was Dave’s idea; apparently, you’re a bit of a screamer with anal and we don’t want to disturb the other hotel guests, do we?” And with that, he told me to open up before he fastened it to my head.

Once he had finished, he told me to stand and bend over the bed and again I did as he asked. As soon as I did, I felt the first spank of five on each cheek, the next getting progressively harder than the one before. The pain seared through my body; my arse cheeks burned. He pulled out the plug throwing it onto the bed beside me and I then felt loads of lube being squirted onto me before he eased a finger eased into my bum.

At first, it was just the one finger that slowly fucked my arse, but then a second eased in beside it with yet more lube. Constantly thrusting them in and out and all the time, twisting them around, while his other hand reached between my legs and started to tease my clit. I couldn’t hold back as I came hard and my body shook. Again two more slaps, my cheeks were on fire.

Once I’d calmed down, he eased his fingers out, squirted more lube onto me, and my arse must have been slightly agape as I felt it dribble straight in. I looked back and he was applying lube to his beautiful cock before he moved forwards and I felt the tip at my hole.

“Push back onto me,” he said, “I want you to get used to it before I take over.”

Slowly pushing back onto his cock, I suddenly felt the bulbous head pop into my arse. I could not help but let out a deep moan into the gag. The stinging from the spanking really detracted from the pain of such a large cock invading my arse for the first time.

I didn’t move for a minute but then eased back a little further, taking another couple of inches into me. Again, I stopped to allow my body to get used to it. Feeling my arse relax, I eased forward and started to fuck myself with the first few inches.

If I was to say it felt big in my pussy, that paled into insignificance in comparison with how it felt in my arse. The pain was soon taken over by pleasure; in fact, it felt good. Too good. Suddenly, he pulled out completely, applied some more lube and then said I was ready.

Once more, the head of his cock popped into my arse, but this time he pushed forward. Holding onto my hips he pushed further and further into my arse and, letting out a loud scream into the gag, I felt my arse being stretched like never before.

He finally stopped pushing and I moaned again. This time it was almost a disappointment and in response, I reached between my leg and ran my nails across his balls feeling them contract slightly as his cock twitched inside me.

At last, he moved again, slowly easing out until just the head was in me before slipping all the way back in. With his long slow strokes, I felt my orgasm building. He reached around and pinched my nipples. Immediately that pushed me over the edge and my pussy exploded in an amazing orgasm. I reached down and rammed three fingers straight into myself, my juices running from me.

Once my breathing returned to normal, he started again, slowly fucking my tight arse with every stroke bottoming out in me. Each thrust was accompanied by a muffled scream from me. He started to pull out slowly and then force himself back in faster and faster. The difference in speed was amazing. The sensations running through my body were as if was on fire with electric shocks.

Feeling the speed of his strokes increasing, my body started to react, and I knew my orgasm would be enormous this time. He sped up again, slapping my arse in time with his thrusts. Suddenly, I felt his cock swell in me as he moaned, “I’m gonna fill your slutty arse with my cum.”

The second I felt the first shot deep in my arse I screamed into the gag as my body exploded and I started to squirt. I’d squirted before, but his time it was as if a tap had been turned on in my pussy.

With every thrust, my juices were forced over the bed and ran down my legs. I started to fall forwards onto the bed and my legs no longer functioned. Suddenly I felt him grab my hair pulling me back before forcing his cock back into my body.

As I felt the last stream of his cum shoot into me, he let go and I fell forwards. I lay there shaking and twitching. My body had lost control, I couldn’t stop it.

He knelt on the bed next to my head and released the gag from me. My jaw ached, but he wasn’t being nice. He grabbed a handful of hair again and lifted my head and as he did so, he pushed his semi-erect cock into my mouth. I took it eagerly, sucking the last remains of cum from him.

Finally, he pulled out and said, “Fuck, you are good.”

I just lay there, unable to move. I watched him in the mirror getting dressed before he untied Dave, shook his hand and thanked him for allowing him the pleasure of my body and a warm blush came over me as he said it. He walked over to the bed, kissed me on the cheek and said that he had my number.

As the door closed, Dave came over to me as I still hadn’t moved. He leaned over me and I felt his cock touching my arse. He pushed and it slipped in so easily. I could have screamed properly that time, but I was loose enough just to let out a loud, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

He started ramming his cock into my arse and each stroke hurt, but I wanted it. Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my soaking wet clit hard. He didn’t last long and within a minute he screamed he was going to cum

Looking back at him, I forced my fingers into my pussy and screamed, “Fill my slutty arse, darling.”

Stream after stream of cum shot into my backside. He pulled out and fell onto the bed beside me, the look of pure satisfaction on his face. After we had both calmed down, I rolled to him and we kissed gently with long, loving kisses.

“I love you so much, babes,” I said to Dave.

“And me you, darling. I cannot describe the feelings I had when I saw the look of total satisfaction on your face as he was fucking you.”

“Thank you,” and I started kissing him again.

He pulled the quilt over us and I didn’t even have the energy to suggest getting undressed. We fell asleep as we were.

I woke at six with a jolt and sat up in bed needing the loo. Swinging my legs out of the bed, I looked down and saw that my pussy was red and inflamed from the abuse it had taken. I looked up into the mirror and studied myself, still in my leather basque, fishnets and heels; I still felt sexy.

Standing up to go to the bathroom, I was painfully reminded of the hammering my arse had taken. The stinging between my cheeks, and as I walked, the cum still trickling out. It literally ran from me, and by the time I reached the loo, my toes were wet.

Sitting on the loo, I gently cleaned up before standing up and looking in the mirror. Oh my God, my tits and neck were covered in love bites. I didn’t remember him doing it and as my fingers traced the bites on my tits, my nipples reacted straight away. Hard and tender to touch.

I undressed and slipped back into bed with Dave, cuddling up to his back and falling into a deep sleep again.