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An Accidental Love God Ch. 07 free porn video
Chapter 7: The Wife’s Tale
I should start by saying I have not read anything my husband has written so far, nor will I. I do not want to know. We all make compromises in a marriage, ignoring some things we do not like in favor of all the things we love. I look at this as if my husband had a drinking problem. He found he had an ‘incubus issue’ struggled with control on his own for a bit, then found a support group and a way of creatively channeling the energy of his issue. In many ways it is like an alcoholic who loses control and becomes something you despise, but, when he gains control back, becomes the man you fell in love with. He is in control now, and the man I fell in love with, plus with the added extra of being the best sex we’ve had in all our years together. When he uses the power now, it is just for business, so I never feel threatened. I suppose he’ll explain those details in the next few chapters.
Does that make me a mafia wife – ignoring some bad things for the comfort it brings me? I am not so sure. He has a bit of a Robin Hood ethic about using his power. He takes advantage of the rich and, frankly rather boorish people and provides to many people who are deserving. He has used his power to ease suffering for many. Of course, it was never clear how much of a commission Robin Hood kept for himself. In our case, the commission was substantial.
Besides the money there were the added health benefits. The stuff doctor’s see in lab reports had all improved significantly. The lines and neck sag that had started to develop with middle age are now gone and my butt and boobs are as firm as any 25 year old woman. I was at a point where I was described as ‘well preserved’ but now I am hot. I get hit on by men half my age. It is great for the ego, I can tell you that.
The money part of this comes from my husband’s unorthodox way of doing business. I planted the seed of that success.
On the night my husband became an incubus, I knew something was unusual, but I just assumed it was the effect of really good weed. Our state’s medical marijuana law is a bit of a farce. Anyone with the normal middle aged aches of bad backs or sore knees or whatever can get a medical marijuana pass, and we both had them.
When the vibrator my husband was using on me broke and shocked him I felt a surge of energy that invigorated me. I came then he fucked me and I came again – the first time I had multiple orgasms in 10 years. He rolled to the side of the bed and I did something else I had not done in years, I began kissing and licking his cock, tasting our combine juices. Almost instantly he was hard again and I can tell you that NEVER happened once he passed 40. Soon he was moaning in pleasure.
‘Oh fuck yes… that is s good!’
I was getting increasingly excited. I touched myself and found that I was dripping wet. After menopause I had found that getting myself lubricated was difficult, as much as I still enjoyed sex. I was using several lubricants to help me get started for most of our ‘routine’ married sex. I sound like a broken record here – for those of you old enough to get that reference — but I had not been this way in years. I felt as hot and randy as I had at 22.
‘I am going to ride you hard! Give me this cock in my pussy!’
I climbed on top of him – cowgirl was always one of my favorite positions. He arched up into me and I moaned with pleasure. We bucked against each other as I reached down and played with my clit. We were banging each other hard and he felt so good inside me and soon…
‘Oh you’re gonna make me cum! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! OOOO FUCK!’
The first orgasm had no sooner subsided when a second one ripped through me, then a third then a fourth. My contractions on the fourth were really strong and this sent my husband over the edge. His spunk hitting my cervix gave me my first cervical orgasm which does feel a bit different.
I was now up to 6 – or was it 7? — orgasms for the night and I still felt excited. This had never happened before. First, I have some difficulty reaching orgasm easily once. I have to be rested and very well stimulated. To reach orgasm more than once during ‘routine work week’ sex was unheard of. ‘Routine work week’ sex for us was not something spectacular, as we were usually pretty tired from work and day to day drudgery. It was more of a fun little diversion to reaffirm our love before going to sleep. This night, however, was special. We did it 5 times that night, beating our previous record set when we were first falling in love and always in each other’s pants. We only stopped so we could both be rested for work the next day.
The next day at work was really difficult. I had sex dreams all night and I awoke very horny. I knew my husband was getting ready for an early meeting so I tried to use the shower to calm myself. Instead, I masturbated and came rather quickly. Still unsatisfied I dressed in one of my sexiest outfit that was safe for work. Slingback platform heels, black thigh hi stockings a tight pencil skirt and low cut blouse were just on the professional side of sexy. Underneath was my sexiest lace underwear. I made it a point of showing this off to my husband before he left for work, hoping he could get away from work at lunch for some afternoon fun.
I could not focus on work that day. Every 15 minutes I would send a text message to my husband informing him of the various things I wanted to do to his body. I admit it got a bit redundant after a while, as there only so many ways to say ‘fuck’ and ‘suck’ but he got the point. I tried hiding in the handicap rest room and masturbating again but that did not help. Around 4 I threw in the towel on getting anything done and headed for home, hoping he would skip the gym.
I got home and paced and fidgeted for what felt like hours. I could not distract myself with my usual guilty pleasures of HGTV or make-over shows. When Stacy and Clinton (That’s What Not To Wear for the men out there) cannot hold my attention I have a problem. I tried reading but only came across a sex scene in the latest novel in my collection. I squirmed and caressed my legs and breasts through my blouse, willing my husband to hurry up with his workout, ditch his trainer and get home.
My hands crept higher and higher on my thighs, and I would will them back.
‘He’ll be home soon and then…’
I could only repeat this to myself so many times when my hands finally touched my panties. I was soaking wet with anticipation and that touch felt so good. I swirled my hand over my slit and moaned. I needed his cock now and he is not here! In frustration I stripped off my skirt panties and blouse and sat back on the couch I pulled on my tits as I played my clit, imagining his tongue on me. I slid a finger inside me, then a second, imagining his cock pounding into me. I came with that thought but it was not enough. I continued to play with my clit until, after what seemed like ages I heard his key in the door.
He was dumbfounded when he saw me. I remember him making some inane crack about dinner before I was on him desperate for the pleasure I knew only he could give me. I sat on the hallway table and spread my legs.
‘Lick me!’ I commanded.
He obliged. His tongue went my engorged clit with his gentle teasing manner, the tip of his tongue just teasing gently. His finger slid inside me, finding that small area of pleasure nerves right behind my clit.
‘OMIGOD! YES! I need that so bad!’ I moaned.
Soon I was literally screaming — mostly incoherent nonsense – as I came. God! That was great. I pulled his head into my pussy urging him to lick me harder and wrapping my legs over his back. After cuming several more times I felt satisfied enough.
‘Suck my cock!’ he commanded.
‘Anything’ I responded. I knelt in front of him and began to lick the length of the shaft. I used one hand to stroke him while the second touched my clit. I felt his hand o
n my head and soon I was cumming again.
After that I gave him the sex move he loved the most, I wrapped my tits around his shaft, licking his cock as it appeared at the top of each thrust. Soon he was shooting his load all over my tits. I love that feeling of control when I make him come like that. Yum!
Needless to say, the sex since then has been fantastic! Incredible! Mind Blowing!
We have figured out how to control things so that I can actually go to work and accomplish something. I still feel some desire at work but it is not the uncontrollable thing I felt that first day. When I am around my husband, however, I am like I am 22 and just falling for him again. The excitement of all these new feelings has re-ignited our relationship. I had forgotten how hot it had been so many years ago.
Over the years my husband and I had developed many ways to keep sexual things from getting too dull. Like most couples we watched porn and purchased sex toys. I would wear lingerie and we’d tie each other up. Once every few weeks we would engage in various role play scenarios. I had trained as an actress way back in college and he has a great imagination. He is also a very visual guy when it comes to turn ons. We had a number of scenes we would play, one of which centered on me being a stripper. We would switch out the lights in our house with red and blue party bulbs and use a few cheap red spotlights to light the ‘stage.’ Our living room would be the main room of the strip club and our den would be the VIP room. I would strip and tease him and try to talk him into dropping lots of money in the VIP room. He would resist for some time and finally give in. Once in the VIP room I would strip and ‘lose control’ while lap dancing. The resulting sex was always great and I always felt incredibly sexy doing this.
One Friday I decided to surprise him. I got home early for work and set up the lights and got into an outfit. When he came in and saw me I could feel his pheromones wash over me. I knew what that felt like by now but it never failed to get to me. I immediately felt myself getting excited.
‘Have a seat over here, monsieur. We’re here to please you.’ I said, dropping into one of my stripper characters, an immigrant from Paris with a sexy French accent.
I handed him a drink I had prepared.
‘Here is your martini, monsieur, as you prefer it.’ Three parts Leopold’s Small Batch Gin, one part dry vermouth with a twist.
His eyes were soaking me in as I began to dance to the techno blasting from our stereo. I must say I looked hot. I wore 4 inch platform heels, mesh thigh high stockings, an inexpensive fake leather mini skirt that showed the tops of the stockings and white blouse tied off Daisy Duke style.
I stripped off the blouse exposing the sexiest bra I owned, a black demi cup that just covered my nipples. I shook my tits in his face then turned, bending over and slowly slipping out of the skirt. I use several layers of panties to prolong the tease — something I picked up from a ‘How to Strip’ video on the internet. The first pair were red boy shorts. I wiggled my ass in front of him and danced away. I lay on the floor and caressed my pussy through the panties. I had soaked through all three pairs already!
I got off up the floor and danced towards him. He had immediately fallen into his role as patron of dancers and slipped $1 into the top of my stockings.
The music ended and I strutted over to him. As this was our faux gentleman’s club I played the part of the stripper looking to make a buck or two.
‘Want some company?’
‘A woman as gorgeous as you, definitely yes.’
We chatted for a bit and I offered him a lap dance. He accepted and placed $20 into my bra. Danzig’s ‘She Rides’ came over the stereo and I ground my ass into his growing hardness. I love teasing myself like that.
About half way through the song I stood and stripped off the red panties, revealing a black thong that really showed off my now very firm butt. ‘ I really want to feel that cock against my ass.’ I whispered to him.
I sat back on his lap and swayed, feeling his hardness against me. Yum! He slapped my ass as I stood and turned, sitting back on his lap and facing him, pressing my tits to his face. I stood on the chair and pressed my wet panties to his face just as the song ended.
We did several lap dances with me stripping down to my final panties, a barely there cover for the front and some butt floss up the back. With the new and improved ass, it looked great.
‘You know we could have a much better time in the private room. With a man as good looking as you, I’ve been known to lose control completely in there’ I whispered to him.
He played his part. ‘How much?’
I quoted him a price and told him we take credit cards. I could tell he was very hot and there would be none of the usual negotiation this night.
‘For a woman as hot as you, a man would pay anything….’ His voice trailed off.
‘Jesus Rollerblading Christ! That’s it!’ he exclaimed.
‘What?’ I was taken aback and puzzled, dropping out of my French accent.
‘Honey! That is brilliant! I know just how we can deal with the pheromones now! So how about we hit the private room and I’ll explain later.’
I shrugged and went back into character. ‘Oui monsieur. As you wish.’
I took my ‘payment and led him to the private VIP room. I swayed my hips to the techno blasting from our speakers, knowing how much he loves that look.
I sat him on the couch and began my final strip, slipping off the bra and panties but leaving the stockings. I turned and planted my ass on his lap.
‘OOO you are so hard!’ I purred, feeling his erection through his pants. God! I was getting so excited.
I spun and planted my tits in his face. He immediately began to bight and suck my hard nipples.
‘Monsieur I will lose control.’ I moaned, barely able to stay in character.
I stood on the couch and pressed my pussy to his face, letting his so talented tongue work my clit. Within moments I was cumming. I shuddered and pressed his face into my wetness cumin again. I could never get enough of this pleasure.
I calmed down slightly. ‘Monsieur I will really need that cock now! Please let me have it!’
I went to my knees before him and opened his pants, extracted his hard cock and took it as far down my throat as possible. I sucked and licked, tasting his sweat and feeling the effect of his pheromones making me a crazy cock hungry maniac.
‘OOO I need to fuck’ I moaned.
‘And I need that pussy.’ He replied.
I sat down on his cock riding him hard. Almost immediately I was cumming again while he bucked widely underneath me.
‘OOOOO SHIT!’ he bellowed as he came. I knew that he was having a very intense orgasm when he did that.
We collapsed, panting and took a few moments to recover.
‘So what was that idea?’ I asked after I caught my breath, back in wife mode.
‘Let’s clean up. I explain over dinner.’
We both threw on sweat pants and headed to the kitchen where he outlined his plan. About midway through his excitement was bubbling over and he touched my arm to make a point. His excitement had messed with his control over his pheromones. Instantly I was attacking him, needing to be fucked. We never made it out of the kitchen, doing it on the table and the counter.
We adjourned to the study so he could run some numbers on a spreadsheet. Again his excitement overwhelmed his control and we ended up doing it on his desk.
It went on like that for several hours until we dragged ourselves exhausted to bed.
I found him up early, working through a business plan that… well led us to where we are today.
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