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Steve’s Perspective in Italics:
My wife Bev and I live next door to Angie and John. We’ve fairly recently become empty nesters and, even though they are a little younger, they became empty-nesters a few months before us.
John and Bev have office jobs and are away from home all day during the week. I work from home two or three days a week. Angie works from home all the time. She and I have lunch together about once a week. We always have a good conversation, a few laughs, and then go back to work.
Recently, Angie was at my house for lunch. We sat at the kitchen table, eating, talking, and laughing as any good friends would at lunch.
We stopped to sip our iced teas and there was a pause. She looked at me.
“If you don’t mind my asking, Steve, what has your sex life been like lately, as empty-nesters, now that you two have more alone time at home together?”
We had all talked about sex, so the question wasn’t really out of line. We were all comfortable with each other. We even rented a lake house together every once in a while, and all enjoyed the hot tub in the evenings with no clothes.
“Well,” I said, looking at her, “We are still having sex. It’s not as often as I would like. Actually, it’s not often at all. I keep thinking that I just got spoiled when Bev was having those hormone issues about ten years ago and she wanted it almost every night.”
“Yes, I remember some talk and some jokes about that,” she said with a little snicker.
There was a pause and we just looked at each other and sipped our drinks.
Angie’s Perspective in Regular Text:
I didn’t want to just spring this on him. I wasn’t sure this was a good idea, but my sexual desperation was driving me to seek help. I was trying to be prepared for a lot of embarrassment if this didn’t go well. But I thought we could get past it, given we’d all been good friends for a couple of decades.
“The reason I ask,” I explained, while watching his reaction, “I’m in the same situation you are. I miss the sex life John and I had before kids. I miss getting kinky . . . him tying me up and fucking me silly, that sort of thing. I thought we would return to that kind of sex life now that we’re alone more, but that hasn’t happened.”
He just stared at me and my mood soured a little. Maybe this was a really bad idea.
“I’m sorry, Steve,” I said, putting my hand on his wrist. “I guess that was a little too much disclosure, even as close as we are.”
I wondered for a minute if I’d spooked him. But he was his usual kind, gentle self.
“No, it’s alright,” he said. “We’re adults. You know Bev and I used to do that sort of stuff.”
There was another pause and we just looked at each other for a minute.
I looked down and realized my napkin had fallen on the floor. I reached down to pick it up and could see a distinctive tent in his jeans. Maybe this was going better than I thought.
My cock got hard. We had all joked about our kinks in the past. But her telling me about some of them when the two of us were alone and physically close was making me horny. I just looked at her.
I couldn’t help but look down at her body. Angie was about ten years younger than the rest of us and pretty hot. She had long red hair. She was drop-dead gorgeous when we first met. Kids and age had added a few pounds, but no more than age had added for me. And I love curves.
“Do you still tie Bev up?” she asked.
“I guess not. It’s been a long time.”
“I love that so much,” she continued. “I’ve also always loved having a cock in my mouth. I guess I’m sort of a fellatrix. I like that part rough. Before we had kids, John would face-fuck me. Sometimes I could finger myself while he did it. He would make me feel like his dumb slut – in a good way.
"You know I’m a feminist,” she hastened to add, “But the right kind of humiliation just does something, sends me over the edge.”
She smiled.
I hadn’t been aware of all these details. I was a little surprised at the sudden candor.
“Wow. And he doesn’t do that for you anymore?”
“No.”
“Do you like to gag?” I asked her, after another pause.
I wasn’t prepared for such a direct question. I felt a little embarrassed. But I trusted him, so I was honest.
“Yes . . . yes. I love being pushed to my limits. Testing myself that way. I like to be ready for the cum in my mouth though, or on my face . . . wherever it’s going to go. I kind of like it on me so I can watch John cum.”
We both laughed. I guess it sounded funny, the way I said it, serious but full of irony.
I just looked at his face. I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, but I caught him looking at my boobs, and then down towards my hips. It seemed like I had his attention. The kind of attention I wanted.
I worked up a little courage. Then, in the softest possible voice, I slowly asked, “Do you think you might consider experimenting with me?”
“Holy shit, Angie!”
I jumped. He looked at me wide-eyed.
Oh, no, no, NO!
I’ve ruined the moment and ruined a friendship. I felt this sense of dread. What would Bev think? How angry would John be?
I wasn’t sure what to say.
“I’m sorry!”
That was all I could come up with.
I looked away from him. I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t know what else to do or say. I thought of just running out of the house.
But he could see how upset I was becoming and he looked at me, seeming calm and steady.
I didn’t see that coming. But I didn’t want to make her feel bad, or like she’d said something wrong.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ve thought about you that way too. Bev and I haven’t played like that in years and she has little interest in sex these days.”
I couldn’t resist the idea. As much as I tried, I just couldn’t. I kept imagining my cock in her mouth. Seeing her lips around it. I wasn’t sure about fucking her, but maybe some oral and such would be okay.
She stared at me for a minute like she didn’t know what to say.
“Go on,” I told her. “What exactly are you thinking?”
Then she looked down at the table for a minute.
“Here’s what I’m thinking,” I said, looking down at the table. I felt unsteady and uncertain but excited at the same time.
“We can save fucking for our spouses. That would allow us to compartmentalize better. But I love oral sex and mutual masturbation, both ways, and I think you do too. We would just be two friends fulfilling a need, but respecting some boundaries.”
“You’re really serious?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied, trying to sound confident.
He paused and looked at the clock. It would be a few hours until Bev got home, and probably even longer until John did.
“Why don’t you go in the family room and have a seat,” he told me. “Would you like a drink?”
“Oh, yes,” I said. I sensed a hint of desperation in my own voice. I had a drink before coming over, and I could certainly use another.
I walked into the family room and sat on a chair. I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I didn’t take my clothes off. I did pull my hair back as best I could. I could probably shower if I needed to before John got home, but it would be nice if I didn’t need to wash and fix my hair all over again.
Steve followed me into the family room after a minute with some shots of whiskey. His was pretty small. I guess he didn’t want so much alcohol as to adversely affect his performance. He put my shot down on the coffee table in front of me.
I knew we needed to establish some rules. I touched his arm and he looked at me.
“We shouldn’t call each other by name when we’re doing this. That would be a bad habit to develop,” I said. “I’ll call you ‘sir’ and you can call me anything you like as part of our fantasy.”
I needed to tell him one more thing, but it was difficult.
“And . . . I really mean you can call me ANYTHING. I kind of . . . get off . . . on verbal humiliation.” I could barely believe I told him that. I felt a little embarrassed.
“Really?” He seemed surprised. “You’re such a strong, intelligent woman. You have a Ph.D.”
I thought for a minute. “I think that’s part of it. That’s part of why I need to feel taken, to lose control. I guess you can call me ‘Doctor Slut’ if you want.”
We both laughed. The laughter calmed me down a little. It reassured me that we were still friends.
“Alright. Make no mistake, Doctor Slut,” he stated proudly, “When a friend needs help, I step up.”
We laughed again.
“And let’s use ‘Kalamazoo’ as a safety word,” I told him.
“Okay,” he nodded.
I ran upstairs and grabbed a large towel and some of the soft, black rope that I had used on Bev years ago. I stood in the bedroom and let the drink do its work. I thought about what to say.
Were we really going to do this?
Finally, I summoned the courage to go downstairs. I stood there for a minute looking at her. I tried to get into character, the way I did when I was acting in plays in college.
“You stupid bitch,” I said. It seemed to shock her, hearing something like that from me. “I can’t do much with you in that chair. You should get on the sofa where you can spread your legs for me and be a good slut.”
“Alright,” she said, sounding hesitant and uncertain.
I spread the towel out on the sofa. She sat down and I backed away to get a good look at her.
“Take off your shirt!”
“Okay,” she said with a smile. She slipped it off, revealing a lacy bra.
“Now take off the bra.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, still smiling a little in anticipation as she removed it, letting her tits out with a bounce.
So far so good. He’d seen my breasts plenty of times (and watched them change over the years), but I was enjoying him staring at them now nonetheless.
“Now play with your tits. Play with the nipples. Make them hard,” he barked.
I slowly reached my hands up and touched my own breasts. It was awkward. I started to feel embarrassed again.
But after a minute or two, it started to make me feel aroused. I looked at Steve and he was focused on me while rubbing himself through his jeans. I began to get into it. I moaned a little as my nipples swelled and I began pinching and rolling them. I was starting to feel hot and little waves of pleasure and excitement were passing through me.
He looked at me and I looked at him.
He suddenly slipped off his pants and boxers and his cock sprang free. I stared at it. I had seen it before, but not so clearly in the light of day, with sunlight streaming through the windows. His cock was a good size, but what caught my eye was the size of his balls. I hadn’t noticed this at the lake house. They were really big compared to John’s and seeing them was making me really hot.
“Don’t just stare at me, Doctor Slut – take off your slacks. I want to see your whore’s cunt,” he barked suddenly, giving me a start.
The language really excited me. The word “whore” always did. I hoped he would pick up on that and maybe say it later at the right time.
I obeyed and slowly sat back down.
“Now lean back and spread your legs wide open like the slut you are. I want to see you clearly,” he said, stroking his cock.
I started to obey but began to feel embarrassed again, so exposed, in a brightly lit room. I forced myself to open my legs wide. I knew I was very aroused. My clit was sticking out and my labia were spread apart, probably revealing a hole that he really wanted to access.
I froze. I started to feel downright humiliated.
I had never done anything like this with anyone but my husband. My eyes started to tear up. Maybe this was a huge mistake.
I was sure I was going to cry, which would just add to my humiliation. This was going to be a disaster!
But he could see that I was suddenly having trouble. “It’s okay,” he said gently, looking at me with a hand on his cock, though he had stopped stroking.
“Look at the cum on the end of my cock. See how hard my cock is? You’ve aroused me and I want you to keep arousing me. Concentrate on moving your hands to your pussy. Play with yourself for me. It’ll make me crazy.”
I obeyed as best I could. I slowly began rubbing and stroking my lips. I played with my own clit. The excitement took over. It seemed more intense because of the humiliation.
I slowly finger-fucked myself with him watching me. I looked him in the eye for a bit and then made sure he could see my gaze move down to his cock.
I then concentrated on myself, alternately finger-fucking myself and rubbing my clit with abandon while he watched. I started to feel the beginnings of an orgasm.
“Stop!” he said with authority. “Don’t be such a dumbass. You can’t cum until I give you permission.” I wanted to keep going, to get off right then and end this. But I couldn’t disobey him.
“Now sit back a little and sit up straight, I want to tit-fuck you,” he said.
I obeyed again, sheepishly saying, “Yes sir.”
He moved in front of me. His cock was right in front of my face and I began to feel embarrassed again with it so close.
He pushed me back against the cushions and kneeled over me. He laid his throbbing cock between my tits. I instinctively put my hands on the sides of my breasts and squeezed his cock, staring down at it in a daze and gasping a little as it moved up and down. I felt his big balls moving across my skin.
He stopped suddenly. He must have been close to cumming.
“Now sit up straight again,” he commanded.
I again obeyed.
As she sat up and I approached her I looked her over. Her pussy was amazing. Perfectly proportioned. Her clit was swollen. Glistening. She was trimmed to leave just a little patch of red hair above it. She certainly didn’t need to be embarrassed about her appearance.
I moved so that my cock was right in front of her face. I pushed it against her lips.
She kissed it and looked up at me with a smile. She was getting into the fantasy.
“Take it in your mouth,” I ordered. “I want you to suck it and take it deep.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not comfortable going that far,” she said smirking a little.
“What?” I said sternly. “Your dumb whore’s mouth is going to take my cock whether you like it or not!”
She seemed to melt at the word, “whore.”
I grabbed her up, turned her around, and pushed her face down onto the sofa. I grabbed the rope and tied her wrists behind her back, being careful not to make the rope so tight as to leave marks that John would see.
I reached down and rubbed her ass and worked my way between her legs. She was wet as can be. A thrill went through me.
I played with her, finger-fucking her and rubbing her clit gently until she started to moan. I wondered whether the “no fucking” rule applied to her ass. That would be a discussion for another day.
I rolled her over and pulled her up. I moved the towel to the floor and sat her down on the floor in front of an arm of the sofa, leaving space behind her ass for her hands. Her face was at the perfect height. I stepped across her legs, squatted slightly, and put my dripping cock in front of her face. I pushed the wet tip of my cock between her lips. She moved her head to the side, playing with me.
I put one hand on her head, pushed her head against the arm of the sofa, and forced my cock into her mouth with the other hand. She suddenly looked a little frightened. She tensed up, shivered a little, and then relaxed as I began face-fucking her. Gently at first, but then harder.
“Um mmm,” she said, pulling against the rope around her wrists, her voice muffled by my cock. “Mm mmm.”
Eventually, the tip of my cock was sliding in and out of her throat at times. Her sounds were more intense, sometimes gagging, and her eyes watered. I continued to face-fuck her, my cock sliding in and out of her tight mouth, lipstick smearing, and her drool spilling all over my balls and her tits.
I realized I needed to let her breathe and give her a chance to utter the safety word. I pulled out.
“Holy shit,” she gulped. She took deep breaths, with drool on her chin, her eyes watering. It worried me a little to see her like that, but she wasn’t saying, “Kalamazoo.” After a moment she looked up at me. I needed to make sure she was okay.
“So you’re just a useless cum dumpster, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Yes sir,” she said, still gasping and shaking a little, “I guess . . . I am your cum dumpster from now on.”
She started to whimper, “Please . . . use me.”
I put my hands on her head, pushed my cock back into her mouth, and continued as she chortled and struggled to breathe, my balls at times bumping against her chin.
It wouldn’t take long for me to cum. I was so excited. I eventually stopped and pulled her up. I didn’t want this to end too soon.
My emotions were a jumble. I was excited. And still a little embarrassed. There was drool all over me, and from the smell, I knew some of his pre-cum was mixed in. He was good at face-fucking. His big balls almost swallowed my chin. He knew how to push me right to the edge but seemed to sense when it might go too far and withdrew or pulled out, but soon went right back to abusing my mouth and throat once I caught my breath.
He draped the towel over the sofa and pushed me down onto my face again. I was still catching my breath. My ass was kind of sticking up and I could feel him staring at it. I started to feel embarrassed for being on display again, but I knew there was no turning back now.
He untied my wrists.
“Now turn over,” he ordered.
I complied.
“Spread your legs!”
I complied, but the embarrassment was getting to me again and I instinctively put my hands in the fig leaf position.
“You’re going to learn to be a proper slut for me,” he barked as he grabbed my arms. He pulled them over my head and tied my wrists again. Somehow, he anchored the rope to one of the wrought-iron architectural posts at the entrance to the room.
“Open your legs wide,” he ordered.
I was going to be on display again. Right under his nose this time. My embarrassment devolved again into humiliation, but I was compelled to open my legs.
“More than that you stupid twat.”
I opened them wide. He stared for a moment and then got down on his knees, pulled my ass to the edge of the sofa, and pulled my legs wide apart. He stared at my pussy. I felt ashamed of what I must look and smell like. I wasn’t about to cry this time, but I felt like my face must be red.
He pulled me up and put my legs over his shoulders, pulling them apart as he began to devour my pussy. He ran his tongue along my slit to my clit then back down, sometimes stopping to tongue-fuck me with his nose and chin pressed into me. Sometimes sucking my clit. Sometimes venturing to my ass.
The humiliation gave way to pleasure, and I pushed myself into his face as much as I could. I tried to put my hands on his head, but I couldn’t move them. I just strained against the rope and it cut into my wrists. The feel of his tongue was amazing. I was able to push into his face by moving my hips. I could feel a wet spot forming on the towel under the crack in my ass.
Shit! I was going to cum.
But he sensed this and stopped moving just in time. He sat back on his knees.
“You stupid twat,” he said, looking at my face. “You aren’t allowed to cum until I give you permission.”
“I’m sorry sir. Please let me cum. You can do it or let me do it. I’m so close. I can’t stand it.” I was begging in earnest, and that made me feel embarrassed as well, but I couldn’t control myself at this point.
“You’re going to need to do better than that,” he barked. "Tell me why. Tell me what it is about you that makes you need to cum!”
“Because I’m nothing but a spoiled cunt!” I cried out, looking him in the face.
“Alright, Doctor Slut,” I told her.
I untied her, and she slid back so she was sitting partway up on the towel-covered pillows.
“Go ahead and rub yourself, but you can’t finish until I tell you. And you need to spread your legs as wide as you can so I have a good view of you while you play with yourself. I don’t care how humiliated you feel.”
She spread her legs wide and began to finger herself while looking at me.
“Do you feel exposed?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Good,” I replied.
I picked up a corner of the towel and wiped off, then stood with the tip of my cock just a couple of feet away from her face and began to stroke myself.
“Look at my cock. Look at the cum on the end.”
“Oh, sir, I want your cum. I’m nothing but your stupid cum dumpster. Please empty yourself on my face or my tits so I can watch you spurt. I promise I’ll eat some!”
“Keep your legs open wide for me,” I ordered.
I stared at her pussy and watched her rub her clit and move her hips as we both masturbated. She spread her legs wider than I thought possible. I could see every fold, every mole, even some of the inside of her pussy between her swollen labia.
“Oh, please let me cum when you cum, I can’t stand it,” she begged, looking at me, trying to keep herself on the edge.
“Tell me why again!”
“Because I’m just a collection of holes for you, Sir. I need to entertain you. I am a dumbass like you said. I need to be humiliated. I need to rub myself silly and cum just for you!”
I bent my cock towards her.
“Now cum like the whore you are!”
She gasped and rubbed herself more intently while watching me stroke my cock faster.
I started to cum. An intense wave washed over me.
I could feel the muscles inside of me pulse hard, pushing out several streams as she stared at my cock. She flinched at first. I tried to direct some cum towards her gaping mouth and avoid her eyes so that she could see.
As I was painting her with my cum, her back arched. She moaned and shuddered intensely for what seemed like a long time, continuing after I was empty.
She suddenly let out a little scream . . . and squirted on the towel.
She dropped back onto the sofa. We just stared at each other as our breathing returned to normal. She licked her lips, then opened her mouth to show me a little pool of my cum on her tongue. She swallowed it as promised.
Only part of my load had penetrated her lips. She had some of it on her chin, cheeks, tits, and neck. There was even some on her arm. The smells of sex penetrated the air.
The sight of her was enough to make me start getting hard again. She eventually slid around to a seated position and I sat on the towel next to her. I could feel the cool air on my softening cock as some of the moisture on it evaporated. I looked her over and saw the cum running down her torso and into her little spot of pubic hair. She was a beautiful mess. The towel was wet.
As I came down from the orgasmic high, I felt a little embarrassed again. I looked down to see a mix of cum and drool all over me. I reached up and played with the cum on my neck and chin. I thought about what I must look like.
But the satisfaction and the thrill gave me an unexpected warm feeling. That was the most intense orgasm I had felt in years.
“That was so hot!” I told him. “That was wonderful!”
“Yes, it was,” he replied, a little dazed.
“I’m going to want to do this again, and whatever else you want me to do short of fucking,” I said.
“I just hope we can keep this a secret from John and Bev,” he said seriously.
I was already thinking about my best friend Bev and how she might feel doing something like this again. And how I could get John interested in doing this sort of thing with me again . . . or maybe . . . with Bev.
I put my hand on Steve’s arm and we looked at each other. I was feeling pretty brave at this point.
“Actually, I was just thinking that at some point we might consider bringing them in on the fun,” I said.
He looked back at me like the proverbial deer in the headlights, but I could tell he was thinking about it.
“Let’s just deal with ourselves for now,” he said, looking back at me.
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