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Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 37 [?]
Experience: 1,199,515
Next Level: 1,209,937
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If someone asked me to make an enumerated list of things that I know to be true in this word the top two items would be "Work sucks" and "My boss is an asshole", though not necessarily in that order. Today was one of those days that never ends. I had more clients yelling and screaming at me than I even knew I had. When it finally was time to go home I felt like I was being released from prison.
My husband George and I are both working and saving up for a house. We agreed that we would wait until we had enough to make a really large down payment so that we could have a low mortgage and own the house quicker. We're about half way there. On days like today I sometimes just want to give up. Sometimes I start to really resent George too. I mean I may not be the handiest person around, and okay so I'm not mechanically inclined, but I'm sure I could be a furniture restorer if I put my mind to it. Okay actually that's probably not true. I just see George getting to work from home and set his own hours and take his own breaks and then I think about my job and I feel like I've gotten the short end of the stick. He called me at work about an hour and a half ago. I got really pissy with him. I have made it a point that the first thing I'm going to do when I see him is apologize. He just better not be sitting at home with his feet up watching TV when I get home is all I have to say.
As I pull up to the house and walk up the path I look toward our next door neighbors' house. All of the lights are out and I figure Hank probably hasn't gotten home from work yet, but usually you can hear Edie singing her country music at this time of day. Living next door to Edie makes it much worse. She gets to be a stay at home wife and she doesn't even have kids to look after or anything. Sometimes I really want to strangle her.
As I unlock the door and walk in I see that George isn't watching TV with his feet up. So that's a good start. Looks like he will get that apology I owe him. Looks like he might not be home though. On a day like today that would be fine with me, I just want to get something to eat and take a shower and go to bed early. On my way to the kitchen I notice something on the floor. Upon further examination I see it's a white arrow on the floor. I look around the living room and I notice there are a lot of them. I must have really been out of it when I came in not to notice. And the arrows are all leading toward upstairs.
That's my husband George. He's really romantic when he wants to be. He has this uncanny ability to know just when I need a fun little diversion. It's ironic. My parents were so opposed to George. They have this idea that a non Native American will not be able to connect spiritually with me, but George knows me better than I know myself. I really really tried to find a Native American man to please my parents, but there just aren't that many of us left. The guys on the reservation that I've met barely qualify to be called men in my estimation and trying to find a nativo out here in the real world is like looking for a needle in a wheat field. I was about 23 when I finally gave up and just decided to look for a guy that interested me. That's when I found George. He fascinates me. And I think in about 10 years my parents may even warm up to him. George has proven to me that as wise and wonderful as my parents are, they don't know everything. I wouldn't trade my cute little white guy for all the chip n dale dancers in the world.
As I ascend the stairs retrieving his little paper arrows one by one I can't help but grin in anticipation. I think I am going to like this game. Oh surprise surprise the arrows lead to the bedroom. Who would have guessed? All sorts of intimate scenes run through my mind. Personally I'm hoping to find hubby in some sexy underwear sprawled in some sexy pose on the bed. That would be nice.
With school girl glee I open the door to my bedroom bubbling with anticipation for what I will see.
I don't see anything.
It's pretty damned dark in here. Smells nice though. The only light is coming from scented candles placed sensually around the room. Sure it's a romance novel cliche, but that's my husband. He's very result oriented. Why break from what works?
It's going to be a while before my eyes adjust to the light but I can see just enough to see that he's not on the bed. Looking around the rest of the room is too dark. Suddenly there is music. Classical music. I see a thin red rectangle in the corner of the room and suddenly realize that the hi fi stereo system we had been talking about getting for some time now resides in this room with me. This is too cool. I don't detect any movement from that side of the room either so I bet it's remote control. The thought of spending cozy winter mornings playing CDs without getting out of bed really does it for me.
Suddenly I've been touched. George grabbed my shoulder right before planting a kiss on my neck. He did it gently, but holy cow did it scare the living bejeezus out of me. I mean it almost literally scared the piss out of me. But as my heart stops racing from the adrenaline, it starts pounding from the passion. I am a definite neck person. When he starts working my neck, I'm like putty in his hands.
I can't believe I'm listening to classical music with my husband. It's even Purcell. Wow. Just when you think they are completely ignoring you husbands can turn around and surprise you. I have been trying to cultivate an interest in classical music in my husband for years. I have resigned myself to the fact that it's just something I'll have to enjoy on my own, but it's nice to know I wasn't being ignored all that time.
This man needs a kiss. My lips are making me aware of a desperate need they have to show this man some appreciation. I turn around and and kiss with abandon.
Wait a damned minute, this isn't my husband!
Oh. Yes it is. But he shaved. Wow. As long as I've been after him to just see what he would look like clean shaven... Incredible. Well if he thinks I'm going to apologize now, he can forget it! Hell, I should have bitched him out on the phone a long time ago.
He's completely naked too. I think I like that better than my sexy underwear idea. As we kiss I work on getting naked. I surprise even myself with the speed with which I can get naked. The candles are also nice because I don't have to feel self conscious about my body. George likes to do it with the lights on. It makes me worry about if anything is wrinkling or if anything is sagging more today than it was yesterday. George says that he likes to see me when we're in action. He says that I look just as gorgeous as I always have and if he's not convinced of that then he's quite an actor. He has a lot of correct opinions like that. That's why I love him. Still, the candles are a great change of pace. It'll be nice to have a little love in the dark. Especially since I'm dying to see what he looks like with a hairless face. Adds to the mystery.
I fall back and drag him down onto the bed. Now I can see him in the candle light. Wow. What a handsome man. His graying sideburns look so much more distinguished without the beard. A nice contrast with his dark brown hair. Plus the flickering candlelight bathing his square jawed face is really doing it for me.
I looked toward my watch. "Is it my birthday?," I asked.
"Nope," he replied.
"Is it Christmas?"
"Nope."
"Valentine's Day?"
"Nope."
"What is it?"
"It's I love you day," he said with a sexy smile.
"Oooo. I like I love you day."
He resumed the kissing while his hands started kneading my breasts. He has the strongest hands that any man ever had. His forearms are like steel. I guess it's from all the woodworking. He looks like Popeye the sailor man with those bulging forearms. He's a little soft in the middle but it's sexy. His arms are the stuff my dreams are made of though. I think I said that already. I can't help myself.
He's planting kisses all over me. I really enjoy this part. This is where he slowly starts working his way down until he's eating me out. The anticipation is killer. The feeling of him working my nipples without the facial hair is indescribable. I sometimes wonder if he does some of that woodworking with his tongue because his tongue is stronger than you'd think a tongue could be. As much as I enjoy this part I just can't take it anymore. I push him down by the top of his head until he is where he needs to be. The under the breast stuff and the belly button stuff and all that stuff is great but let's skip it tonight.
My perceptive husband puts that tongue to good use right away. It penetrates my folds and heads for my clit right away. That's what I need. Mmmmmmm... As he flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth a million miles per hour my job starts to seem a million billion miles away. Then he moves his head all the way down and takes a deep lick from my anus all the way back up to my clit. Then he slowly works his tongue back down into my pussy. He shoves that long strong tongue inside me and starts working it in and out. The sucking sounds I hear as he extracts my pussy juice and swallows it turns me on like I can't begin to tell you. Not being stabbed by beard hair is nice too I must say. I swear George has to be the only person in the world with a tongue that can do this.
Then he slowly snakes his tongue from side to side back up my pussy walls back onto my clit. Spreading everything wide open with his hand he presses his tongue down hard just above my extremely appreciative clit. With little movements of his head he starts stimulating me there. And I mean like boy does he ever. I'm going to come so hard I'm liable to rock the bed apart.
Biting my lip I have a really fantastic first one. George gives the now overly sensitive area a moment to calm down. He fills the intermission with sweet kisses all over my neck and face. It's starting to really rev me up again. Minutes later, after a frantic make out session that sixteen year olds wouldn't even dare try to match, I need to have him inside me. He's still rock hard just from the kissing. I've sat through porno movies with my husband where he never even got hard once but every time I get naked he never fails to spring to attention. I'm sure you can imagine what kind of ego boost that is.
"Put it inside me. Fill me up George," I beg spreading my legs wide.
His thick love bone slides right into my wet eager hole of desire with no hands. I grab the back of his neck because I have to kiss him some more. As we kiss I rub his back so I can feel those strong back muscles in action. Then, unable to resist temptation, I grab his hot pumping ass. Ooooo. I have another little orgasm. I feel a slight lapse of consciousness and then my desire is back stronger than ever. I wrap my legs around George and we start thrusting back n forth so deep you'd think we were trying to get inside one another. I feel another orgasm approaching and then George suddenly pulls out. I'm stunned. I want that dick back. Suddenly I have his tongue working my clit again though. Wow, he hasn't done this in ages. Stop in the middle of sex and start eating me again I mean. I have an orgasm that just explodes all over the place. I mean it feels like everything from my toes to my ears is having an orgasm.
Wow that was great.
Then he lifts both of my legs into the air and plunges his dick into me again. I'm experiencing sensory overload. It's a crazy time to notice this but suddenly I notice the music is Vivaldi. Wow. We got a programmable CD changer too I bet. Now I'm getting a purchase high and I didn't even buy anything. I start to concentrate on the things in the room because if I don't I'll go crazy. I notice the wavering candle light and the pleasing smell of them mixed with the hot smell of our steamy sex. Being pounded in rhythm to "The Four Seasons" is driving me wild. My pussy is dripping juice all over the place. I start clenching my pussy muscles the way George likes it and I can see his face contort the way it does when he's about to come.
Then he pulls out again and suddenly he's tongue fucking me again. Ooo this is wild. I feel my pussy start to contract around his tongue as I come again. He steadily licks, slurps and drinks it up for a long while. I have a husband that knows what he's doing so I'm fortunate enough to have orgasms all the time, but I haven't come this fast and furious and frequently in a long while.
Then he is back for more. His throbbing meaty treat sort of sticks trying to work its way back and forth. I don't know how I can be dry again when I was so wet just a few minutes ago except that I guess he must have licked me dry. He pulls out and puts his tongue on my clit and licks me wet again. When he returns he is able to slide in a lot easier. I am about to come again though. We are usually pretty quiet in bed but I suddenly become aware of the fact that I'm making sex noises. I try to stop but he thrusts in deeper and it just drives more noises out of me.
Suddenly there is a noise from the other side of the bedroom wall. We both stop and look up toward the wall. We live in a duplex and our bedroom is right next to our neighbors' bedroom. If I had to guess, I would say that sound was Edie falling over after having her ear pressed up against the wall listening to us. My husband just smiles into my eyes. And kisses my neck. And turns me on.
Every time he is about to come he pulls out and starts eating me again. Every time it makes me come again. And then sometimes I'm coming just from the fucking. We are sweating and fucking and it just shows no signs of stopping. I wouldn't even think of trying to stand on my legs at this point. I feel like my whole body has turned to mush. One orgasm just washes into another.
Now he's licking my ankles as he thrusts into me some more. One more delicious sensation in an unending pool of pleasure. Then he is back at my nipples, rolling them around on his tongue. I wrap my arm around his sweat soaked head and hold him close to me. "George, I want to feel you come inside of me," I beg. Suddenly I feel all of his muscles start working overtime. He starts thrusting into me and squeezing me and sucking my neck. He sucked my neck so hard he gave me a hickey. This is the first time I've ever had a hickey in my life.
Then I feel George thrust into me all the way and his body stiffens. There are a few quiet moments and then I feel his cock start to throb inside of me as he spurts his warm come inside. I hold him tight and tell him that I love him.
Neither of us move for long minutes. I'm not sure that either of us can. Finally George picks me up and sets me down on the floor. He flips the whole top mattress over because we have soaked the bed like we've never soaked the bed before and then both of us collapse back onto the bed and fall asleep right there naked and uncovered on the mattress top with no sheets. I am way to weary to give a shit about sheets. And it only takes a few seconds to fall asleep anyway.
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