A Happy Marriage: A Stockings Tale

"Oh yes," I moaned, "pound me, baby," and the position stimulated me just as the article had promised.

"Fuck, you're so tight in this position," he groaned, awestruck.

"And you're so fucking big," I moaned, my orgasm rising.

After only a minute or two my breathing was getting heavy, as was his. He warned, "Oh fuck, I'm not going to last long in this position."

I demanded, "Shoot that big load in me, cowboy."

"Come for me too," he demanded back.

"I'm really close, sweetheart," I admitted.

"Me too," he said. I moved my hand to my clit and spanked it.

"Oh yes, baby, I'm close, fuck me, fill my cunt with your cum, fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck, fuck... FUUUCK!!!!!" I screamed as my orgasm hit. Just at the moment when I was at my peak, my darling grunted and deposited his load in my cunt... the first time in all the years of our relationship we'd ever climaxed at the same time.

"Oooooh, God," he grunted, his seed spewing inside me, even as my entire body quaked with pleasure.

Once we both were sated, and he pulled out, cum leaking out of me, I smiled "Don't go anywhere, I just need to slip away and clean up."

"I'm not going anywhere" he promised, as I got off the bed, grabbed my duffel bag and went into the bathroom.

In the bathroom I changed into lingerie, went pee and returned to my man.

He was leaning on the edge of the bed, and said, "Oh my, you look delicious."

"Can you believe I still fit in the lingerie I wore under my wedding dress?" I asked, doing a spin for him.

"Yes, I can," he nodded, "you're still as fit as you were the day I met you."

I pushed him back onto the bed and asked "Ready for round two?"

"Definitely," he nodded, as I took his cock in my mouth... tasting my own juices on it.

"Fuck, I taste good," I said.

"Yes you do," he concurred, as he laid back and enjoyed my slow blow job.

After exactly ten bobs, I revealed, as I looked into his eyes, "The first item on my bucket list is to be gangbanged."

"What?" he asked, hearing me, but clearly in shock.

"My biggest fantasy is to be gangbanged," I repeated.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded, before adding, "I'm not saying it's ever going to happen, but the idea of being fucked by several guys has always been a big turn on for me."

"Wow!" he said, still in shock.

"What is yours?" I asked.

"I need to get my phone," he said, as he started to get up.

"Come on," I smiled, "you know the first thing you wrote down."

He paused.

"Honey, is it worse than my wanting to be gangbanged?"

He said, "It's different."

"Just say it honey," I said, stroking his cock. "I won't judge."

"I'd like to suck a cock," he blurted, avoiding eye contact.

I'd expected a threesome... I mean I was positive it would be a threesome... but this took me back. I stammered, "O-o-oh."

He urgently explained, seeing my shock, "I'm not gay. I just wonder what it would be like to suck a cock."

Deciding it wasn't any weirder than some of mine, I joked, just before I took his cock back in my mouth, "It's pretty fucking awesome."

As I sucked, he continued talking and I let him, as I wondered what it would be like to watch him suck a cock. I remember reading a story once called 'Straight Turner: A Philosophy' that had a theory that most men were curious about sucking cock and given the right opportunity, would do it.

"It's not like I'd ever do it, but the idea does pop into my head sometimes," he explained.

I took my mouth off his cock and said, "It's okay, you don't have to defend yourself, I mean my number two bucket list item is eating pussy, preferably a young eighteen-year-old who slyly seduces me into being her pussy munching slave."

"I may come again any second," he joked.

"See? It's a double standard, me eating pussy is hot, a guy sucking cock is not. But I think you'd look really hot with a big, hard cock in your mouth," I said, trying to make sure he was comfortable enough to reveal any other fantasies he had... especially if there were any more shocks.

"Really?" he asked, surprised by how well I was taking it.

"Oh yeah," I nodded. "I think it would be super-hot, especially if I picked the guy."

"Then I get to pick the girl," he countered.

"Deal," I replied, even though I wasn't sure whether I'd be eating cunt any time soon, or Dean sucking cock. After a pause, I asked, "What's your number two?"

"A threesome," he answered.

"Two girls?" I asked, or raising an eyebrow, "Two guys?"

"Both; my number two is two girls, my number three is two guys."

"Hey, that would be cheating!" I accused.

"Not if you were there cheering me on," he shot back.

"Well played," I laughed, as he'd turned the cheating on his list to a clarification of what cheating actually was. He was right. I took his cock back in my mouth for exactly ten more bobs.

"And what is your number three?" he asked.

"Sucking and fucking a BBC," I answered.

"Oh, you can't do that," he firmly said.

"Why not?" I questioned with a pout.

"Because I don't want to lose you," he said seriously. I was about to point out this was all just hypothetical when he added, "We all know that once a girl goes black she doesn't go back."

"Good point," I laughed, again taking his cock in my mouth. "I'd better enjoy you while I can, then."

After ten more deep throats, I revealed, "Number four is to walk around in public with a nice big load of your cum all over my face."

"Oh, that can be done," he nodded.

"I bet it can," I smiled.

"My number four is watching you with another woman," he revealed.

"Do you join in?" I asked.

"Hopefully," he said.

"Then that's just your number two rephrased," I accused.

"Then I don't join you," he changed his mind.

As I moved up to him, deciding it was time for him to do some nice oral on me, I asked, "Who's the girl?"

He replied too quickly, making it obvious he was lying, "I hadn't thought about it."

My pussy above his face, I accused, "You've played this fantasy in your head, haven't you?"

"Maybe," he said, again avoiding contact.

"Tell me," I demanded, curious who he imagined me munching pussy with, "remember, no secrets."

"Cameron," he whispered.

"You fantasize about me in a sixty-nine with my younger sister?" I objected, but my tone playful. Truth is, my sister and I used to finger each other in college when we'd dormed together, she only one year younger. Our parents had back to back babies, then after high school I took a year off to work, and we started college together. We even had a threesome once with a guy, although we didn't ever go down on each other... we did however, kiss and suck on each other's tits. When he didn't respond, I upped the ante, "Who says we haven't already done that?"

"Oh my God," he said, as I lowered my pussy onto his face.

As he licked, I revealed my number five. "My number five is to make a porn film."

When I lifted myself up after a couple dozen licks, enjoying it too much to have him quit after ten, he asked, "With you and me, or a real porn film with a cast of thousands?"

"I'd like one with you and me, but I wouldn't mind writing a full screenplay, (do porn movies even have screenplays?) and maybe starring in it. Maybe I'd call it 'My Sister, My Slave'" I joked.

"You're not mad?" he asked.

"No judging," I reminded him. "Plus, my sister is hot."

"Yes she is," he agreed.

"Hey, only I get to make inappropriate comments about my sister."

"Sorry," he said, not sorry at all.

"And what is your number five?" I asked.

"To join the Mile High Club," he answered.

"Hey, my number eight is public sex," I pointed out.

"Nice," he nodded, as I lowered my pussy back down on his face.

As he licked, I revealed, "Actually this one is hard to explain, as it's based on a porn scene I watched. But I do like the idea of being dominated and made a sex slave by a complete stranger." After a pause, I added, "Come to think of it, that wasn't so hard to explain after all."

As I again moved my pussy away, he nodded, "Funny, one of mine, I no longer remember all the numbers, is to have a live in maid be our sex slave."

"Ours?"

"Sure, she can do the housework, the cooking, and the licking and sucking," he added.

"This just sounds like another variation on your threesome ideas," I teased.

"Threesomes are cool," he said.

"How about a twosome?" I suggested, getting off of him.

"A twosome with you is my real number one every day, dahlin'" he drawled suavely.

As I rolled onto my belly, wanting it from behind, I said, "Sweet, romantic... and bullshit."

"It's not," he defended. "I'll always choose you."

"Well choose to fuck me right now, then," I demanded, as he moved behind me.

And as he slid into my pussy, I qualified, "Just ten strokes, then stop."

"Okay," he agreed, but called me out, "I noticed it was ten when you were sucking me, but it was sure a lot more than ten when I was licking you?"

I shrugged, "You were so good I forgot to count."

"Always playing games with your female logic," he teased, often accusing me of that when I used a lack of logic to explain something.

"It always works, too," I pointed out.

After ten strokes, I revealed, "If you accidentally slid into the hole just slightly higher, you'd have my number seven."

"No way, that's my number seven, too."

"Is it?" I asked, surprised we'd both picked number seven.

"I have no idea," he said, "you wouldn't let me get my phone and I have a memory like a man's. But it's definitely in my top ten."

"So you fantasize about banging my booty, reaming my rear, pounding my pucker and slamming my shit hole?" I asked crudely, having memorized all those earlier today for this very moment.

"Where did you get those elegant alliterations?" he asked.

"The internet," I answered.

"Everything is on the internet," he replied, something he often said.

"Ten more strokes," I demanded, "nice and slow."

Like he often did, he ignored my instructions completely, slamming into me hard and fast.

"You listen as well as the kids do," I said, breathing heavy.

"My number eight is another weird one," he said.

"I already told you my number eight is public sex, but now you have me curious."

"It's more anal," he said.

"Okay," I said.

"I'd like to be pegged," he revealed.

"Oh my God, that's on my list too!" I said, all excited. "Although I think it's number eleven or twelve. I only memorized the top ten."

"You want to peg me?" he asked, surprised.

"I didn't even know what it was until recently, but once I learned of it, I have to admit the idea is intriguing... being the giver instead of the receiver."

"This has been quite a revealing couple of lists," he said, baffled by the revelations.

"Maybe we need to go strap-on shopping someday soon," I suggested. "I mean it could be for you, for the plethora of threesomes we're apparently going to have, or maybe so I can fuck my sister."

"A week ago I'd have thought you were kidding," he said.

"And now?"

"Now I'm soaring completely above my comfort zone of understanding," he said, as he positioned me slightly differently and added, "Here's a new position I read about somewhere."

"Ooooooh," I moaned, as it was simply doggy style, yet enhanced for penetration.

"Yeah, it's supposed to allow for deep penetration," he explained.

"It definitely works," I moaned, loving this position... so I was disappointed when he stopped after ten teasing strokes. "My number nine will be anti-climactic, like you stopping just now, as it's a threesome."

"Two guys or two girls?" he asked.

"Either; beggars can't be choosers," I smiled, "now fuck me again."

"You don't want to hear my next one?"

"After ten more strokes," I said. I was curious about his number nine and wanted to hear about it, but this position was really getting to me, and I wanted more of it!

"Since you look so damn cute when you're horny, I'll oblige," he said, and gave me ten hard deep thrusts.

"Oh fuck, yes, so good," I moaned, now having a new favourite position.

Once he stopped, damn me for creating the ten stroke and suck rule, he said, "Although it's weird, I've always wanted to give a woman a golden shower."

"You want to pee on me?" I asked and then realized I had accidentally rhymed.

"No," he said, "I didn't say you. I've just always wanted to do it. I have no idea why."

"Fair enough," I nodded, then demanded like a drill sergeant, "Now ten more."

Again he fucked me hard and deep for ten strokes as I moaned in pleasure and wondered how this position would feel if his cock was in my ass.

"The last number for now," I declared. "It would be fun to go to a swinger's party."

"Agreed," he nodded.

"Is that your number ten too?" I asked.

"Close enough," he said. "I wrote down being part of an orgy."

"With me?" I asked.

"Of course," he answered.

"Good," I nodded, "now fuck me as hard as you can in this position."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, and pounded me to a second orgasm in this amazing position. Somehow this one stimulated me in ways no other position ever had.

As he pulled out and I rolled onto my back, still coming, I objected, "I wasn't supposed to come yet."

"You can come whenever you like and as many times as you like," he smiled generously, standing up and stretching.

"That's another of my bucket list items," I said, "but for now let's each check one off."

"Which one?" he asked, clearly curious.

"Go to my duffle bag and you'll know," I smiled, as I tried to recover from a second orgasm more intense than the first... and that had never happened before.

"Oh my," he said, as he found the lube. As he walked back to the bed, lube in hand, he jested, "Is this for me or you?"

"How about me tonight?" I smiled.

"You sure?"

"100 percent," I nodded, "It's time to rekindle our sex life."

"We've definitely already done that," he said, looking down at me.

"Okay, it's time to check something off the bucket list," I corrected, as I stood up and moved to a small carpet on the floor. "Now come and take my anal virginity."

"Those are words I never imagined you saying," he said, as he came and joined me on the floor.

"Well, no more just thinking about doing things," I said, before adding, "I wanted to give you something special for Valentine's Day."

"I already have you," he said, as he moved behind me.

"Aaaaah, that's sweet," I smiled, leaning back and kissing him.

When I broke the kiss, I turned from sweet to raunchy as I said, "Now please lube my asshole and your dick so you can take my anal virginity... it's the last V-thing I have."

And he did. The lube felt weird as he rubbed it around my asshole, and then he surprised me by sliding a finger in.

I joked, the intrusion pleasant with almost no discomfort... although it was indeed weird, "That isn't what I was thinking to fuck me."

"Need to prepare your ass first," he explained.

"Oh, are you an anal guru?" I questioned.

He laughed, "I did it a few times before I met you, and relaxing your ass muscles is key."

"Oh, I see," I nodded, "well, prepare me for that big dick."

And for a minute, he wiggled his finger inside my ass as if exploring and gradually it began to feel good, and made me want more.

"Slide a second finger in," I suggested, wanting more, and needing more.

He did, and this stretched my asshole enough that I felt a sharp pain that made me wince and whimper.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, just getting used to it," I answered, before adding, "Don't stop."

He slowly fingered my ass until the pain dissipated and he asked, "Ready?"

"To be your ass slut?" I asked as I smiled back at him wickedly. "Definitely."

I watched him lube his cock and then move behind me.

I reached back and grabbed his greasy cock and positioned it at my asshole. "Now be gentle until I get used to it."

"Of course," he nodded.

"And then fuck the living shit out of me," I finished, loving talking dirty.

"Also, of course," he smiled.

Slowly his cock slid inside my well-lubed ass. As it entered me, a slight pain returned, although the two fingers had widened me enough to handle it. Yet, as his cock slowly went deeper into me, I suddenly felt stuffed like a turkey. Only half in, and I felt completely full, and yet his cock kept disappearing further and further inside my ass and filling me deeper.

I moaned, "Oh my."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it feels very weird," I said, not sounding overly educated.

"If it's uncomfortable, let me know; we don't have to do this," he said, his warmth and compassion showing through. Some men would just fuck the hell out of an ass given the opportunity, but he wasn't one of those men.

"No, I just need to get used to this," I said, before joking, "No different from when I'll take a ten inch black cock in my mouth someday."

"That I would love to see," he said.

"You would?" I asked, since I'd just been joking and trying to lighten the intensity of the moment.

"Oh yeah, seeing you with a massive black cock in your mouth would be pretty hot," he said.

"Well, remember I'm your slut today, tomorrow and forever," I smiled, hinting that if he was serious, I was game.

"That should have been part of our wedding vows," he joked, before adding, "I'm all the way in."

"That you are," I nodded, as I tried to get used to having an entire cock in my ass.

It felt weird.

It felt surreal.

It felt painful.

It felt amazing.

"Ready?" he asked, after a few seconds.

"Yes," I nodded, before adding, "but go slow. My ass wasn't made for your big cock."

As he slowly pulled out, he corrected me, "Your ass is perfect for my cock."

"Oooooh, yes it is," I moaned, as he moved back in.

And I just closed my eyes as he slowly fucked my ass... and I slowly got used to it. The pain, which wasn't intense but definitely there, began to fade after a couple of minutes, and a unique pleasure began to emerge.

"Oh yes, baby, it's starting to feel really good," I moaned.

"Your ass is so tight," he moaned, as he gradually began to go faster.

"Your cock is so big," I moaned back.

"We're perfect for each other," he said.

I smiled, "Even while sodomizing me, you're trying to be romantic."

"Sorry," he apologized and then tried another tack, "Oh yeah, you little ass slut whore, take my big fucking cock. Grrrr!"

"Better," I laughed, as I leaned back and kissed him.

Once I broke the kiss, I smiled, "Now ream my asshole."

"That wasn't alliteration," he complained.

"If you don't drill my ass soon I'm going to Break your Big Balls with a Brittle Birch Bat," I threatened.

"Much better," he laughed, as he began going faster.

"Ooooooh," I moaned, shocked at how good it was feeling.