*Head Filled With Fantasies And Panties Moist With ANTICIPATION……….
I wanted to see my husband take me powerfully and masterfully, dominate me sexually as he wished. I yearned for something exciting to happen to me. A cute delivery guy with a hard cock, flowers from a mysterious admirer, anything! I’ve never been one to be sex starved. Not even in high school or when I was in the university. I always got orgasm from another person whenever I wanted it. But here I am in marriage with my head filled with fantasies and my panties moist with anticipation. All for a man I got married to. What could be his problem? Was he gay? Did he not find me attractive? Then why marry me? Who wouldn’t find me attractive? I look good and I take great care of my body and I’m an absolute smokeshow? I waited and waited for Frank to return from work that evening, I called his phone but there was no response. I laid sprawled on my bed, quietly fuming. I called Lara on the phone so we could meet and freak fuck but she was out of town and wouldn’t be back till two weeks. I was frustrated and angry. I really wanted to feel the hands of someone else on my body. I wanted to be ravished, for my pussy to be licked, sucked and fucked, but I guess that wont happen.
My mind went back to the little argument Frank and I had that morning. Could that be the reason he didn’t return early? But it wasn’t that serious. I remember what led to the argument that morning. Frank sprung a surprise at me about his nephew who would be stopping by in the evening to spend the weekend. I was furious that it’s barely a week into our marriage and Franks relatives were already intruding. I wanted my privacy, I wanted to enjoy my marriage. I loved walking about the house in my lingerie. Now, because of one brat, I have to cover up. I asked Frank to ask his nephew to go to another relative’s house and Frank got really upset and stormed out of the house that morning. So I assumed he must have called his nephew to cancel. I felt really bad after Frank had left, I called him severally but he wouldn’t pick his calls or call me back. I assumed his nephew was nolonger coming since we had an argument.
Later that evening, when I heard the door bell, I was glad Frank was finally home. I ran out of my room in my sexy lingerie hoping to throw my arms around Frank immediately I open the door so that I could overwhelm him with hugs and kisses and apologize to him about my outburst in the morning. As soon as I opened the door excitedly, I said “Welcome Hon……..” I swallowed the last two letters before I could say honey. It wasn’t Frank. It wasn’t anyone I had met before. It was a tall dark young man. He was in shock too when he saw me.
“Oh my God!” i exclaimed in shock. “Who the hell are you?” I asked as I tried to cover my body with my hands. I walked slowly backwards and grabbed the little cushion on the couch to cover my lower body.
“Good evening Aunty. My name is Frank. I’m Uncle Frank’s nephew. I can see you weren’t expecting me. Didn’t my uncle inform you I was coming?”
“Umm… actually, he did. It must have skipped my mind because of the argument we had this mor…….” I paused “Never mind, come in. So you said your name is Frank?”
“Yes, I was named after my grandfather who is also uncle Frank’s father.”
“Uhumm, I see.” just then, I noticed a tent well up in his pants. What I saw got me curious. The bulge in his pant gave an xray sort of the boys cock. Sooo BIG! I guess it runs in the family because my husband’s cock is huge too. I noticed the crotch of his pant was moist with precum, he noticed my eyes were fixed on his cock and he used his hands to cover it. He was as embarrassed as I was. I couldn’t believe he caught me lusting at his cock. I quickly excused myself and ran to my room to put on some clothes. I noticed my lingerie was socked with my horny juice. It made me really horny but I couldn’t do anything about it. Atleast not yet. I walked back to the living room and from behind, I could tell he was rubbing his cock through his pants. I wondered why he did that, I guess it was to sooth the erection and make it go away, or maybe he just gave into the urge to play with his cock a bit. But whatever it was, he made it worse because his cock got harder and bigger. What a pervert, I thought to myself.
“Frank?” I called from behind him.
“Yes Aunty.” he replied as he almost jumped out of his skin.
“Follow me, let me show you where you will be sleeping. How old are you?”
“I just turned 18 last week.”
What a big cock for an 18years old, I thought.
Frank and I lived in a small two bedroom flat, that was because our big house was not yet ready and would be ready in about three months. The next room was very close to the room Frank and I stayed. The house was not big, that was why I was against any type of guest. I led Frank to the room and I could tell his eyes were fixed on my ass as I walked in front of him. I swear I could hear his heart beat behind me. I showed him the room and bathroom and I also told him where he could find something to eat in the kitchen if he was hungry. Then I walked back to my room.
*A Slut Unleashed…….
I had spent most of the late afternoon and early night moping in my room, trying to find a way to distract myself from what I had seen earlier. But I couldn’t get my mind off that hard cock. ‘Oh! Common Lisa, that’s your husband’s nephew. I cautioned myself. But I was so fucking horny. I had a few toys and other things that could have dealt with my frustrations quickly and easily, but Frank’s presence in the house killed that possibility. I get quite vocal, and even if he was plugged in front of the TV, there was a significant chance he could hear me, so I was forced to try and ignore the problem, yet I couldn’t. I needed to think of a way to get him into my room. I inserted a porn video. It was a girl on girl porn. Both girls were eating eachother’s pussy in a 69 position. I increased the volume so that Frank could hear. Then I left the room, leaving the door widely open and I hid in a darker part of the corridor, waiting to see if he will come to check out the moans. I stood there leaning on the wall and thinking of his huge cock which drove me wild that I began to let out some very soft moans and even hearing myself moan got me revved up. I started rubbing my pussy through my panties and I was barely able to lean back out of sight. Just as I thought, the little pervert emerged from his room. I saw him pause, looking at my door intently, before creeping quietly down the carpeted hallway towards my door.
I slipped my hand into my pant and started rubbing my pussy lips as I saw Frank pause outside my door and, after several tense seconds, he began to rub himself. His eyes were fixed on the TV and after a minute passed he got more confident and pulled out his big cock and started jerking it. I waited until he leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes before making my move, removing my hand from my pant before sneaking towards him. I was five meters away when he opened his eyes and saw me. Frank paled faster then I would have believed possible and staggered backwards, trying to stuff himself back into his shorts. I jumped forward, yanking down his pants before he knew what was happening, and he fell onto his back. I was vaguely aware that he was crying out wordlessly, no doubt to plead his innocence. He had released his dick briefly in an attempt to pull up his shorts, and before he tried to cover it again I grabbed it and wrapped my lips around it. His cock had wilted, no doubt because being caught by his Uncle’s wife scared the shit out of him, but as I sucked it, it flexed and hardened and he suddenly stopped struggling as his brain realized what was going on. His dick was slightly sweaty, and I made a note to tell him to wash it, and then he was shooting in my mouth. As I swallowed and released his dick, an awkward silence fell and his dick flopped weakly against his leg. He stared at the ground to his left, his body stiff and I suddenly realized he was scared. I rested a hand on his knee and he shook slightly but didn’t pull away.
“That was your first blowjob, wasn’t it?” I asked. I wasn’t expecting a reply neither was I disappointed. “Just wash your dick next time. It was a little sweaty.”
He looked up disbelievingly. “Wash my dick?” he said incredulously. “My Uncle’s wife trips and falls on my dick and all she has to say is ‘wash your dick’?” He struggles to his feet and steps back. In the background the moans from my TV continues. “Aren’t you mad?”
“Not really,” I shrugged. “I didn’t really fall on your dick, I just put it in my mouth. Tasted okay, apart from the sweat.”
He was confused by my casual attitude. “What? That’s weird?”
“You’re the weird one,” I countered. “I wasn’t standing outside your room and masturbating.” Technically not true, but he didn’t know that. “You were the one who had an erection when you saw me and then you came to peep into my room and started masturbating.”
He smiled at this, then seemed to realize my room was still emitting female moans. Frank wasn’t stupid, and it only took a few seconds for him to understand.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” It wasn’t a question, not really. “Why?”
“I’ve been frustrated since I married your uncle.. he wouldn’t fuck me and I’m dying here,” I admitted. Despite his protests, he didn’t seem too freaked about having his cock in his Uncle’s wife’s mouth, so I figured it was time for the truth. Besides, my vagina was so wet my panties was beginning to stick. “I saw you checking out my ass when I showed you where you will sleep and I saw you had an erection when I opened the door and you saw me and checked out my boobs, don’t deny it.”
“Bu.. but, my Uncle is your husband. Isn’t this incest? And what if he finds out?”
“Well, it would have been incest if I was directly related to you by blood, but I’m not. And as for your Uncle, I won’t tell him if you don’t. I know you want this as much as I do so stop acting hard to get. I know this must be your first blow job.”
He raised his eyebrow at the implication. I raised my hands to stem his angry retort. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just know you don’t have much experience, and I’m super horny okay.”
“Understood,” he huffed. He paused briefly, and then asked, “Why didn’t you just … you know … masturbate?”
“I’m pretty loud, so you would have heard,” I said, shifting from foot to foot slightly. I really needed to take care of myself, and soon. “Besides, I prefer a dick this time. Tired of toys.”
“You preferred a dick, even your husband nephew’s?” I heard the disbelief in his tone so I forged on.
“Yes, even yours.” I smiled to take the sting out of the words. “Now I’m going to go into my room and moan for real. You’re welcome to join me if you want. Otherwise I’m going to take care of myself, and we’re not going to talk about this again, okay?”
Before he could respond I stepped into my room, leaving the door ajar. I stopped and closed the video and yanked off my panties and bra as I stepped to my bed, shoving a finger inside myself. I whimpered with relief and laid back, starting to saw it in and out of myself rapidly. I added another finger and resigned myself to being alone with the door opened and he stepped through shyly, standing against the wall and looking at me. There was another bulge in his pants. I kept fingering myself but turned to him and smiled. I was beginning to pant and my fingers were making loud squelching sounds as I signaled him with my middle finger to come over.
He dawdled but approached me, as if at any moment I was going to declare it all a trick and embarrass him.
“Now Frank,” I said between pants, “I know you haven’t been with a lot of girls, but I’m not in the mood for a slow build up today. If I wasn’t so horny we’d proceed slowly, and maybe we will another day, but basically I just want you to shove your dick into me. Is that okay?”
He nodded but didn’t move, so I stripped off his pants and pulled him towards the bed. I figured it would be best to let him control our first time, so I laid on the edge and spread my legs, and then waited impatiently while he shuffled between them. He paused with his dick against the lips of my pussy, and I almost screamed and pulled him forwards but quelled the impulse with difficulty.
“Can I touch your boobs?” he asked timidly, and I couldn’t help but laugh. He immediately looked offended, and I wrapped my legs around him before he could pull away.
“Frank,” I said calmly, “you can pretty much do whatever you want. If you’re cool with this being a regular thing, you can tit-fuck me it you want. Just stick your dick in me and do it now.”
Stiffening at the idea of fucking my breasts, he thrust into me in one quick motion. If I wasn’t so wet it probably would have hurt, and I shuddered with pleasure as I felt him enter me. He paused within me for a few seconds as I clenched and squeezed him, relishing the feel of a big hard cork inside my pussy and I remembered his request. I took his hand and put it on my breast, and he gazed at my breasts with such a look of lust I actually had a miniature orgasm, and my pussy clamped around his big cock.
He began thrusting into me rapidly, supporting my right leg with his arm as he tilted me to the left. The sensation of his hard cock pistoning in and out of me was amazing, and we grunted in tandem as we humped against one another. I’ve fucked my pussy with artificial cocks before and I know I’ve been with women and had passionate sex before but this was a new high. It was almost animalistic. He was so big and so energetic that we fucked almost in a frenzy. He latched onto my right breast with his mouth and sucked and teased the nipple with his teeth while mauling the other with his left hand. He was rough but it felt right, and I felt myself squirting as he stiffened and came inside me. His cock shriveled somewhat but stayed reasonably stiff inside me, and he panted as he looked at me. My right breast was wet with saliva and he looked at it apologetically.
“I came inside you,” he said slowly but with mounting panic. “And I didn’t use a condom.”
“It’s okay,” I soothed him. “I’m safe and we’re both clean, right?”
He relaxed slightly, but still looked tense, so I reached up and kissed him. I didn’t realize until we did it that we hadn’t actually kissed, and oddly enough it actually felt weirder than having him thrust into me. He didn’t react at first, but then I felt him start to kiss me back, and then the even more welcome sensation of his cock stirring within my seeping pussy. I was surprised and delighted to feel this. My husband wouldn’t touch me but here was a younger man having an erection three times because of me in one day. I pulled him to me and rolled over so I was now on top. I felt a mix of our cum drip from my pussy as I sat on him, feeling his cock harden, but he seemed enraptured with squeezing and fondling my boobs. I started to rock back and forth as he squeezed my breasts and flicked my nipples, and then we were fucking in earnest. I rode him cowgirl, leaning over him as I frantically jerked my hips back and forth, feeling his cock slide in and out. My breasts were dangling over his face and he suddenly popped up and nipped one of my nipples playful right as his cock brushed my clit. I screamed as I came hard, my pussy clamping so tight to his throbbing cock I felt like I could feel the ridges of his veins.
Below me, he grunted hoarsely and bucked, thrusting up into me desperately. I collapsed onto his chest and heard him pant into my ear,
“Holy fuck, I’ve wanted to this right from the second I set my eyes on you.” His admission triggered something within me and I came again. And still he humped up into me, and I couldn’t help but think I could have saved myself so much grief if I’d done this earlier, I mean getting another man to fuck me since the moment my husband ignored me. I couldn’t believe it felt this good to be fucked by a man.
I was spent so he pulled out and shifted out from underneath me. I heard him jerking himself and turned weakly, to see him looking at me and smiling as he furiously tugged on his dick. It looked dark pinkish and angry, and I instantly wanted it back inside me.
“Doggy style, Now!” I said tiredly and parted my legs.
He was there in a flash, forcing himself eagerly into me. He was pretty close, and after a minute of rough thrusting he shot within me, and I came with the thought that I was cheating on my husband with his own nephew. He became as tired as I was and shuffled to the side and flopped beside me on my bed. I rolled onto my back, and he immediately started squeezing and kneading my breasts, and his dick actually stiffened a little bit, albeit in an exhausted sort of way. I looked over at him, and then down at his hand touching me and raised an eyebrow.
“You sure got over your reluctance,” I said. He only shrugged in response. I let him continue fondling me though.”
“So Aunty, is this only a one time thing or will we do this regularly?”
I snuggled up against him and cupped his balls and flaccid cock, instantly regretting it as I got a palmfull of our mixed juices.
“I’ll work out the details later, but basically while no one’s home but us and we are both horny, we can fuck. But for now I’m tired, so let’s clean ourselves up and get some sleep.” I peeled myself off him and, cupping my dripping vagina, waddled towards the bathroom. After I had showered, I returned to bed and slept, I don’t know for how long I had slept. But I woke up when I felt a set of hands caressing my body. I was lying face down on the bed and without opening my eyes I moaned in a sleepy voice.
“Common Frank, get out of here. I told you I needed to rest. Besides, he will soon be back. Please go. Now!”
“What is the meaning of that?”
I heard a familiar voice say in a shocking tone. I opened my eyes and I saw my husband starring at me very confused. My eyes widened and my mouth hung loose. I was shocked too.
“Frank, you are back.” I said with a smile.
“Yes, I’m back Lisa. Now explain to me what you meant by what you said earlier. Who is Frank and what did he do to you that made you tired?”
“I was dreaming of you my husband. Or is your name nolonger Frank?”
“So why did you ask Frank to go away? And who is the ‘He’ that will soon be back?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about Frank. All I know is that I had a dream and you were making love to me. You have frustrated me to a point where I only get fucked in my dreams right. See what you have turned me into?” I managed to put on an angry face
“Again with this Lisa? Don’t you ever get tired of this fuck talk all the time?”
“Seriously? Get tired? Have you ever touched me? What kind of life is this? By the way, what are you doing home and why haven’t you picked my calls all day?”
“Can’t a man return to his own house anymore after a hard day’s work?”
“Have you seen your Cousin.?”
“My nephew you mean?”
“Yes your nephew I mean. Frank?”
“You called my name that’s why I said ‘Yes’.”
“So, about your nephew?”
“Ohh yeah, I thought about it when I got to the office and realized you were right. Even when I spoke to my mother, she said you were right too. The house is not big and we need our space. Besides, why would I want to leave a big boy in the same house with my very hot wife? I picked John from the Airport and took him to my parents place.”
It was then I realized Frank’s nephew didn’t come to the house. Infact, no one came. Everything was just a dream. Then it hit me, how lucky I was that the guy in my dream had the same name as my husband, if not, I would have called another man’s name. After I finished processing the whole event, I put my angry face back on.
“So Frank, you mean you won’t let a man stay with your hot wife yet you won’t fuck this your hot wife? Aren’t you selfish? Come to think of it, send him over, maybe he will do what you can’t do.”
“Woman! Why are you so Vulgar? Since when did you have such dirty mouth? You sound like a slut.”
“Yes, I’m a slut. Treat me like one. What Frank? A grown up woman like me can’t say the F word? How does it make you feel? I’m tired of this your sanctimonious nonsense. It’s time you fuck me. Yes! I said Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I closed my eyes and kept screaming ‘Fuck’ repeatedly and didn’t even realize Frank had left the room. By the time I got tired of screaming, he was gone. I heard his car zoom off. What a bastard! I was furious. I paced about the room angrily. I swore I was going to put an end to the madness that night unless Frank does not return to the house ever again.
A few minutes passed and I was calm, I began to think about the dream I had earlier that evening before Frank woke me up. I couldn’t imagine myself being such a day dreaming slut. The dream felt so real that I had my pussy juice soak my panties. I knew I had to clean up. Am I really capable of fucking another man not to talk of my husband’s relative? Whatever the reason for that dream, it had awakened the inner slut that was in me, and Frank would either fuck me that night whenever he gets back or I will inform our families and file for a divorce. We were both from a Christian family and neither of us wanted to appear like a sinner before our families because of the way they hated sin. I was very sure Frank wouldn’t want a divorce on his record. I mean, the man was spotless. I waited patiently for him to return so we could talk about our problem. Either we fix it or we break it finally. I went to the bathroom to draw myself a bath.
As I soaked myself in the bath, I began to think about the dream, trying to reenact the dream and young Frank’s cock thrusting in and out of me, I soon found my hands wandering over my body. My nipples were moist and hard as I grazed them with my fingers in the warm, soapy water. I recollected the stunning sight of young Frank stripping urgently and his cock bouncing out of his pants in the desperate rush to wank while he stood at the front of my door. My fingers slid between my legs and I arched my back in tingling pleasure as I rubbed my clit thinking of his hard cock sliding between my pussy lips.
I started fantasizing about what could happen tonight if I was able to seduce Frank. With that thought however, I snapped myself out of my erotic thoughts and gathered myself. I wouldn’t masturbate, I wanted myself to be on a sexual edge, I wanted to show Frank that I needed him and wanted him, desperately.
With that, I slipped out of the bath, got myself dry and began a lengthy beauty routine. I took time and care with everything, nails painted, alluring make up, whore-red lippy and a dab of expensive perfume on each side of my neck. I chose some lacy black knickers and a matching black bra which was all for show, my nipples clearly visible through the dainty fabric. I looked at myself in the mirror and grinned. I looked sexy, so sexy I would do myself. I then put on a high heel shoe..
The final touch was a little black dress that Frank had bought for me just before I graduated.
The dress was just above the knee length, only a little revealing in the cleavage department because of the lace and quite demure and elegant, I wanted him to see me and somehow think ‘classy lady and my slut’ all in one look!
I certainly felt the part, feminine and as elegant as I could be, determined to snare my man! As my personal preparation was complete, I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the hall again and smiled; he’s not going to be able to resist you girl, not tonight, I thought.
I got tired of waiting, I picked up my phone impatiently and called Frank.
“Yes Lisa, what do you want? Are you calm now?” he spat through the phone.
“Come home Frank. We need to talk.”
I want to know why you have never touched me. I want to know why you married me. I want to know why you won’t make love to me. Why won’t you fuck me?”
“Are we still on that nonsense? Why don’t you just get a hobby Lisa.”
“A hobby you say? Really? Well, I’ve made up my mind to file for a divorce first thing tomorrow morning. Intact, I have called my Lawyer and as soon as I get off this phone call, I’m calling your parents and then mine. Enough of this bullshit!”
“Lisa, what is wrong with you? Why would you do that?”
“Listen Frank, I never signed up to be married to a gay man. You are a homosexual and that’s a fact. I have nothing against you being gay, but the fact is that it’s detrimental to my own happiness, I am done. Now you can go to hell……”
I didn’t finish that statement when the door opened and an angry Frank walked in. I dropped the phone quickly and I soon regretted those words. But he left me no choice. I was tired of sexual starvation and needed an explanation. I deserved it. I looked Frank in the eyes and he starred right back at me.
“Gay? Lisa! Me Frank, gay? Me, a homosexual? I will teach you what a straight man does to a slut like you.”
Okay, my head backed up a bit. Did my Sanctimonious Frank just call his wife a slut? Seriously? I couldn’t believe my ears but for whatever reason, I was turned on by his anger and by the slut he called me. Frank charged towards me and my feet shook, part of me wanted to run but I stood still. In my deepest heart, I knew Frank wouldn’t hit me. He wasn’t that kind of man. So I stood still and kept looking him in the eye. When he got close to me, his face inches away from mine. He held my chin up and looked me in the eye.
“So you think I’m gay huh?” he asked. I didn’t say anything. Then he glanced at me from head to toe. “Were you going out or are you dressed up for me?”
“Its for you Frank.”
“Call me ‘Sir’ you Slut.” again, he called me a slut. I found it exciting. He held the hem of my short gown and lifted it up and looked underneath. Then looking me in the eye again, he said “So all this is for me?” I nodded, wordlessly. “But you should take the dress off immediately, Sluts don’t wear clothes.” he said as he went to sit on the chair and turned on the TV.
“Really Frank?” I said nervously and somewhat expectantly. I didn’t quite know why I said that, I think I wanted confirmation that I really heard what I heard correctly. I said it in a hopeful way as if to say I really want to but was he sure it’s what he wanted too?
The answer he gave left me in no doubt, and started the best and happiest period of our marriage. Still sitting in his chair but already seeming more in control of his world, he said,
“Yes I’m sure and you call me Sir when you address me. Now take that dress off, take your bra and knickers off and come sit next to me. I want to inspect this body that I’m going to be using from this point on!”
He sat back as he said this and glared at me to study my reaction. It was probably completely out of place, but I turned to him, beamed a broad smile at him and with a mock soldier-style salute, said,
I wasted no time and used little finesse. I stood up, unhooked my dress and practically threw it over the chair. While it was still in the air, I repeated the process with my bra, before wiggling my hips and sliding my dainty panties down my legs and kicking them across the floor. It was amazing how quickly a slut could strip!
“Now pour me a glass of wine.”
I almost protested because since I’ve known Frank, he has never been the drinking type, except on social occasions. I was the one who drank and Frank spared no expenses in getting me exotic wines. But I didn’t know what had gotten into him that night. Well, whatever it was, I was loving it and didn’t want to ruin or say anything that would ruin the moment I had waited a week for this to happen. (because our marriage was just a week old) I quickly obeyed, I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of alcoholic wine from the fridge, and in no time I handed Frank a glass of wine and stepped back.
“Come closer.” he said.
I walked boldly and confidently towards him and stood there right in front of him, my now throbbing and exposed pussy only inches from his face, my nipples hardening in excitement as I was fully on show for him as he had commanded. Frank did nothing for a minute or two, he just took in the sight before him and sipped his wine as if watching a TV program. I saw his gaze start at my feet (I still had my black heels on), wander up my legs and hover over my pussy before he moved his gaze up to my full breasts and occasionally to my face and my eyes, where he locked his gaze onto mine, seeming to enjoy the fact that I was naked solely because he had requested I be so and that I was so obviously keen to be totally obedient and compliant.
Just this act was so thrilling to me. Women often read more into these things than men but his lingering inspection of my body seemed to confirm his calm ownership of it to me. Almost like he was inspecting his latest toy, knowing he could play with it whenever he wanted. I was rapidly becoming impatient for an order. (Make me suck your cock I thought, I want it in my mouth, this minute, please!)
Frank. ‘.however, had much more patience than I did. He looked at me again, and said:
“More wine slut, get me more wine. When you’ve done that, sit there (indicating the seat just opposite him) and spread your legs wide for me. Do not speak.”
I looked at him wide-eyed and amazed, he was speaking with calm authority as if understanding completely my desire. Although I practically snatched the glass from his hand as I turned towards the kitchen, I wasn’t sure if my legs, now turned to jelly, and my head, now turned to mulch, would allow me to complete the task satisfactorily. I managed to walk to the kitchen and retrieved the wine from the fridge. I had sat Frank’s glass down on the work top and pulled another glass from the cupboard for me. I poured Frank’s and was about to pour my own but I stopped….HE DIDN’T SAY YOU COULD HAVE ONE…I thought to myself. I sniggered at myself for this thought; he’s your husband, this is a game, a very sexy one yes but a game nonetheless, of course he won’t mind if you help yourself to your own wine! I continued this internal debate but almost to my own surprise, eventually decided that no, Frank has not indicated that I can have wine, so I won’t.
The thought of my servile obedience made my head swim in lust even more as I returned to continue my submission, struggling to walk as my pussy throbbed between my legs as I became accustomed to the new rules of our marriage that seemed to be forming there and then.
I also remembered the silence instruction, and handed Frank his wine without a sound before sitting on the armchair in front of him. Looking him square in the eyes, I parted my legs immediately, watching his eyes intently as he lowered his gaze to take a full view of the hotness between my legs.
“Few nights ago, I heard you moan while you fucked yourself all night. You may have thought I was asleep but I heard everything. I want to watch you do it. Now put your left leg over the arm of the chair and hold your cunt open for me,” he said, in a calm, authoritative voice that I had never really heard from him before.
I did so immediately, wondering as I did whether that really was fluid leaking out of my slit or if it had just felt like it was. I looked at Frank again and my head was giddy in lust as I slid my fingers down between my legs and teased my pussy lips open for him. No, not pussy lips, cunt lips, I must use ‘slut language’. I had never heard Frank saying that dirty word. Things were changing second by second and I was becoming increasingly excited by how.
“Play with your clit for a few minutes but don’t come. I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, smirking as he left me there, legs akimbo, cunt wide open and on display. I had no problem obeying the first command, but I knew if he wasn’t back soon I’d have trouble obeying the second. I’d never been so turned on so quickly.
As I started to stretch my fingers over my engorged clitoris, feeling my juices starting to run down between my legs, I wondered where Frank was and what he was doing. My guess was he was freshening up and he was going to come back naked….naked and hard and ready to give this slut what she so obviously wanted. But wait, what if Frank just wanted to treat me like a slut just to humiliate me? What if Frank does not return and is sound asleep in the bedroom. Why would Frank humiliate me like this? I snapped out of the negative thought and tried to imagine Frank walking back to me completely naked with his rock hard cock in his hand.
But wait, what if he doesn’t return?
To Be Continued…………