the top of my
head. She caressed my dick lightly as I sucked her. Well aware of how aroused I
was, she only touched my cock gently, so she wouldn't bring me too far, too
fast. The last thing either of us wanted was for me to blow my load
before she even got her dick in me. That would be a particularly humiliating
kind of premature ejaculation.
"Take off your top," my wife ordered.
I did, lifting my white cotton tank top over my head. To my
surprised, she seized it from my hand and stuffed it in my open mouth. Then she
leaned over me, reached down my back and slapped me on the side of the ass.
"Roll over," she told me.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said, my words barely
distinguishable through a mouthful of sweaty white cotton. But Amy knew what
I'd said. It comes from years of hearing me talk with my mouth full.
"That's Mademoiselle ," she teased me, using
her sexiest girl voice. Although Amy and I are married, she says she'll never
think of herself as a wife. She's never liked being called Ma'am, and I should
have known that. But Amy didn't hold grudges.
As I rolled over, Amy pulled my briefs down my thighs to my
knees, then over them and off. I felt acutely naked. Amy planted her knees on
the insides of my thighs and forced my legs open. She grabbed my hips and
pulled my ass up against her. I could feel her cock rubbing my crack. As I lay
there, face-down, ass-up, Amy reached up and made sure the top was well
situated in my mouth.
"I can't have you waking the neighbors when I stick
you, baby," she explained. "That’s why I wanted you gagged."
Then she licked her way down my back.
Amy took her time, planting her mouth in my crack as she
parted my cheeks with her slender fingers. I moaned as her wet, supple tongue
made its way up into me, swirling around my clean asshole. I felt sensitive
still from the water I'd pumped in and out of it less the than an hour ago.
Amy's tongue wriggled deeper into me. My cock gave a jump.
She licked harder, and I moaned into the tank top.
When came up for air from her rim job, reaching up to pull
my tank top out of my mouth -- and then replaced it with my briefs.
She laughed, "Here, this'll work better." The
briefs were as clean as Amy's, since we'd both dressed up for the
occasion...but it still felt deliciously humiliating to have my girlfriend
shove my underwear in my mouth.
Amy's body mounted me. She still wore her jockey shorts and
had them tugged down over the sculpted balls of her cock.
I heard a click -- then a distant buzzing. I knew from the
clerks at the store that this model had an attachment for an egg-shaped
vibrator, designed to slip into a pouch at the base of the dildo. The harness
would position it perfectly to rub up against her clit. With the base of the
dildo in place, the harness would rub the vibe against her even harder with
each thrust of the cock. "It takes some getting used to," the girls
at Toyland had told her, "But with some practice, you may find yourself
orgasming from being the top in a strap-on play scene."
" Just like I'm cumming in your ass ," Amy
had pointed out to me in a warm, close-in whisper. The egg-shaped vibe was
attached by vibrators to a control pack harnessed to Amy's hip. Amy, who likes
variety, had opted for the eighteen-speed model.
My wife's fingers gently pried my cheeks open. I heard her
squeezing the lube bottle as she added lube to the head of her cock. She'd
decided not to use a condom. The clerks had told her using one was an easy way
to keep her cock nice and clean, but Amy wouldn't have it. " Oh, no ,"
Amy had said with a squeeze to my buns. " We always go bareback ."
She pushed a second finger into me, then a third. Her
fingers felt good. I lifted my ass higher. I moaned in pleasure, the sound
muffled by the white cotton briefs stuffed in my mouth.
Amy's fingers slipped out of me. She added more lube to her
cock and greased it up like a pole. She teased