Hers Pt6

The rich aroma of bacon wafted into the bedroom. I awakened to realize Caroline had left the bed. I figured she must be responsible for the delightful aroma, so I crawled out of bed and padded my way down to the kitchen, where I found her at the stove.

"Breakfast? You are the best."

"Of course I am."

"I'm definitely not used to that."

"You're not used to me."

"Making breakfast was one of my morning duties."

"Did you have many morning duties?"

"She was very demanding."

"What were they?"

"Well, the first one was to worship her, first thing every morning. An orgasm was her favorite way to begin the day."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"Would you like that?"

"I don't think it should be a daily duty, but anytime you'd like to surprise me with it I certainly wouldn't complain."

"I really enjoy doing it."

"Probably why you're so good at it."

I flashed her a wry grin.

"That bacon smells great, but I'd rather have you for breakfast."

She pulled a strip out of the pan and lay it on a paper towel waiting for it on the counter, then flipped it over for a moment before extending it to me. I opened my mouth. She stuck it in and followed it with her lips, kissed me and grabbed my hand.

She dragged me up the stairs to the bedroom and pulled me on top of her She spread her legs and pushed me down between them.

"Don't tease me, baby. Don't be all talk and no action."

I grinned broadly and leaned down to deliver on my assertion. She was very moist, primed and ready for what I was bringing. So, I dug into her sweet snatch with all the devotion I could muster, diving deep into her hot hole with my tongue rolled tight for maximum penetration. I tongue fucked her like that while cupping her tight butt and pulling her lusciousness securely against my mouth.

She pushed herself down, encouraging me to shift focus to her pulsing pearl and I went to work on it, licking up and down, then side to side. I sucked it aggressively as I flogged it with my tongue. I could feel her excitation building rapidly. Her hands pulled me aggressively to her pussy. Her juices were flowing generously, filling my mouth with her sweet secretions.

The immediate reaction to one last combination of tongue work and suction was an eruption of girl cum squirting powerfully into my mouth and coating my chin and cheeks. Her pelvis rocked forcefully as spasms swept through her and she continued pumping her juices steadily.

"Oh my God, baby. That was unbelievable."

"You flooded me."

"I know, I never cum like that. I fucking adore your mouth."

"I'm glad. I love eating you."

"I would love waking up to this, but not as a duty, I want you to get pleasure from everything we do. And I'll enjoy reciprocating, of course. It should always be about mutual pleasure."

"I think it will make a perfect breakfast."

"Would you like this to be a daily morning ritual, baby?"

"Do you want it every morning?"

"Let's cut to the chase, Tony. I'm falling in love with you."

"I am too, with you."

"I really want to make you happy, baby."

'I've never been happier."

"Would it be even better for you if our relationship were more femdom."

"All I want is for you to be happy."

"That's a two-way street."

"I am submissive by nature."

"I figured that from the toys."

"You said you discovered some interesting stuff online. Femdom porn?"

"Yes, the videos were interesting, that's where I saw the strap on stuff."

"Did anything else appeal to you?"

"A lot of it seemed pretty cruel."

"It certainly can be."

"I really don't want to be cruel to you. I want to make you feel great, to be happy."

She cradled my balls and grasped my cock.

"I do enjoy some of it."

"You seem to like being handled."

"Your touch is so gentle."

"She just took it too far?'

"Yes, way too far sometimes."

She continued stroking my cock and fondling my balls gently. The difference between her touch and Maureen's was astonishing. Her gentleness was obviously all about arousing me and making me feel good, whereas Maureen's hands terrified me because I knew she was planning to give me as much pain as possible, usually ending up with me in tears. I always knew in the back of my mind that she imagined castrating me someday.

I took her in my arms and kissed her with all the tender affection I was feeling. She kissed me back and we made out for a while. Our hands sought out the most pleasurable spots on each other's bodies while we gloried in the joy that we craved bringing each other.

"I think we'll find our way about how kinky we want to be."

"That makes sense."

"If it's okay with you I would like to peg you again once in a while."

"That was very hot, I loved that too."

"Then it's a date."

"It was fun being your bitch."

"What else would you like me to do to you?"

"Wax was fun usually."

"Wax?"

"Yeah, hot candle wax dripped onto my cock and balls, nipples. It's really sensual."

"Would you like me to do that to you."

I nodded sheepishly.

"I feel funny topping from the bottom."

"I won't know what you want if you don't tell me."

"What do you want?"

"I think I'd like you to fuck my ass sometime. It was so hot doing you. Would you like to return the favor?"

"You really want that?"

She nodded with a sheepish smile.

"I think so, I've never done it, but if I ever wanted it with anyone it would be you. I know you'd be gentle and patient with me."

"I would, of course. I've never done it either. Receiving, yes of course, many times, but never giving. That would have been the last thing with Maureen. It was one of her great power trips, taking my ass was like the holy grail for her when we started."

"I thought about it after we'd done it. I loved taking you and it seemed you loved being taken. The thought of giving that thrill to you really seemed important. I am officially a fan."

I shook my head in stunned silence, wondering how I had found this woman and left the torment of my marriage behind.

"I don't know if you'll be able to cum from it. I think the main thing for men is the prostate stimulation."

She threw her arms around me, kissing me passionately and murmured into my ear.

"I know you'll make it wonderful for me."

She slid down in the bed, taking my balls in her left hand and guiding my semi hardon to her lips. It didn't remain semi for long when her hungry mouth went to work sucking me powerfully. Her tongue worked me while she sucked and took me fully into the top of her throat.

She moaned happily and the vibration was magic. She forced herself to take as much as possible into her throat and worked my balls to amplify the pleasure she was giving me.

She slipped the hand that had been working my cock lower, reached under my balls and teased her fingers into my crack. one finger found my opening and dipped one knuckle's worth inside. All our talk about anal seemed to be inspiring her to investigate me again. The finger teased inside me beginning to work deeper while her mouth worked aggressively to coax more response from my cock.

Her hand on my balls shifted with her fingertips finding the internal hardness under my scrotum and began to work it in conjunction with her sweet mouth encouraging me. Her tongue circled my glans perfectly. The combination of extreme sensations was incredible, and I felt an explosion building in my balls which drew up and fired a full load into her sweet mouth. The first spurts went deep into her throat, but she backed off to take the rest in her mouth, before pulling me out to wipe my last oozing onto her lips.

After one last lascivious lick of my tip, she raised her head from my lap to grin happily and kiss me with her cum glistening lips. I returned her kiss with my still pussy juice pungent lips, and we shared our secretions in a deep osculation of glorious proportions.

"You taste like sex."

"You certainly do."

We shared a happy laugh and nuzzled each other.

"Do you think breakfast is cold?"

"I only got as far as the bacon, and that keeps pretty well. Are you hungry?"

"Very."

"Me too."

She rolled out of bed and took off at a near run toward the kitchen. I followed hot on her heels and pursued her down the stairs, admiring her fabulous ass the entire way.

She opened the fridge, bending at the waist to retrieve supplies for whatever delicacy she had in mind to prepare for our sex fueled hunger. She grabbed eggs, cheese slices, and more bacon. I took advantage of her pose to grasp her buttocks and spread her so I could admire her beckoning behind. She couldn't resist responding with a subtle twerk.

"Thinking about getting in there?"

"Guilty. And thinking about how much fun it will be to worship you before to prepare you."

She spun around, pecked my lips quickly and took the groceries to the island.

"Omelet, okay?"

"Sounds great."

She grabbed an onion from the basket I kept hanging from the beam that framed the room and fetched a package of English muffins from the breadbox. I couldn't resist her lovely nakedness and took advantage of the opportunity to reach around and cup her gorgeous tits as she assembled the equipment to prepare our meal.

"We're never going to be able to eat if you don't stop groping the cook."

I bestowed one last kiss on the crook of her neck and backed off.

"Do we want wine with the omelet?"

"Dry white?"

"Sounds right."

"Sure."

I left her alone to cook and headed for the wine cellar downstairs. The selection was always fun to explore. I had spent a great deal of time working on building the collection. I searched for a nice, dry white wine and eventually decided on a lovely Tuscan Vernaccia di San Gimignano. It was a wine I adored and hoped she would as well. When I returned upstairs, I saw that she had set the dining table including a tablecloth, and two red candles.

I entered the kitchen and was met with enticing aromas.

"Open the wine and go to the table the food will be ready in five minutes. Glasses are there already. I found an ice bucket. If you'd like it's on the counter over there full of ice."

I dug out the corkscrew and got about opening the bottle, plunked it into the ice and carried it to the table.

"Stay in there I'll bring the food."

I only had to wait a couple of minutes before she swept in bearing two plates with perfectly prepared omelets garnished with cherry tomatoes and a sprig of parsley. She had even prepared a side of orzo as accompaniment.

The first bite of the fluffy omelet was delicious, and I told her so.

"Thank you."

"This is really good."

"So is this wine."

"There's a really cool wine cellar."

"Did you curate it, or did she?"

"I did, her taste in wine was plebian."

"This is a perfect pairing for this dish."

"I thought it would be a good choice. I've always liked it. I like the candles, nice touch."

"I thought they might be useful after dinner."

"Really?"

"You said you were interested in playing with wax."

"That was the first kinky thing my ex and I did."

"She seduced you with wax?"

"I guess sort of."

We finished the wonderful food, took the dishes to the washer and headed back to bed. On the way she suggested we needed some plastic wrap to protect the sheets from wax dripping

"So, you'd like me to drip wax on you? Is that how this works?"

"Yes."

"I've seen video about it. You want me to drip it on delicate areas like your cock and balls, maybe your nipples."

"Yes."

"And you really want me to do that to you?"

"It's one thing I enjoyed with Maureen, at least at first, but she liked to make it hurt a lot, more than was pleasurable. It depends on how far you hold the candle away."

"So, it's pleasurable unless you drip it from too close?"

"Exactly."

"I guess I should spread the plastic wrap."

"It'd be hard to get out of the sheets."

She spread out several strips of plastic wrap on the bed and I lay down on them face up. She took the opportunity to caress my cock and balls while the candle guttered on the bedside table.

"Are we doing femdom?"

"I guess."

"You sure you want this?"

"Do you?"

"It looked like fun in the videos. But only if you want to."

"I do."

She returned her attention to working me to a full erection. Once she was satisfied with her work, she took up the candle that was now dripping trails of molten wax down its sides and brought it into position above my eager tumescence. We exchanged a quick smile.

"Ready?"

I nodded eagerly with a hint of what I must admit was trepidation. The last time Maureen had waxed me she used a very wide, scented candle that had a large reservoir of melted wax pooling around the wick and dumped it suddenly onto my scrotum with agonizing results. I blistered badly and was in severe pain for days.

Caroline however took a far more ginger approach. Dripping small drops onto the underside of my shaft, allowing them to make little red trails down my skin that slowly accumulated onto my scrotum. The minimal pain was exciting, not excruciating and she seemed delighted by the artistic effect it was creating.

"How does it feel?"

"Stings a little then it's seductive as it dries and cools."

"Your cock seems to like it."

"My cock just loves any of your attention."

She laughed happily.

"I'd like to try it."

"You want me to wax you?"

"Yes, it looks like fun."

She handed me the candle.

"Where?"

"Try it on my breasts."

I sat up as she lay back, and dripped a circle around one nipple, making her giggle.

"Oooh, that's hot."

"Too much?"

"No, I like it."

I repeated the process, encircling her other nipple, then dripped a trail of red dots down the center of her belly, circling her navel in the same way I had surrounded her nipples, then continued down make a Y down flanking her pussy.

"Do my nipples, right on them."

"That will hurt more."

"Please do them, baby."

"Just say RED if it hurts too much, okay?"

"Is that my safe word?"

I laughed at the idea of me giving someone a safe word.

"What's funny?"

"Maureen never let me have a safe word, now I'm giving you one. Ironic. You're really enjoying this."

"Very much. Does that make me a switch?"

"Just wonderfully kinky."

"Are you enjoying doing it to me?"

"I am."

"I read somewhere that two switches can be the perfect match."

"Something for everyone. So, you want me to do your nipples?"

"Yes, please."

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It felt wonderfully wicked, exciting to the max. The chance to be on the Dom side of even a fairly tame BDSM scene was mind bending after years of being Maureen's fuck toy was making my head spin.

Caroline cupped her tits and pushed them up and together exaggerating their size and deepening her cleavage. The effect was highly erotic and tempted me to do exactly what she wanted. Her nipples poked up aggressively, begging for attention

I tipped the candle allowing a gentle stream of red wax to fall onto her hard, pointed right nipple. I let it continue to fall until her nipple and entire aureole were thoroughly coated. She responded with little mewing sounds that told me she liked the sensation. She wagged her left tit at me, obviously encouraging me to attend to that one too.

By the time I had finished with her she was a work of art, breasts coated liberally with vibrant red wax and a tempting trail of delicate droplets drawing attention down to surround her pretty pussy.

The switching was fun. I never would have imagined doing any of this to Maureen, it was just not a possibility. The joy of being with Caroline was that it was implicit partnership of lustful fun, a concept totally foreign to marriage to Maureen.

"My turn, I want to do your nipples."

She sat up and reached for the candle. I handled it to her, careful not to spill any onto the sheets before I lay back onto the plastic wrap.

She giggled wickedly and grinned with a matching leer. When the first drop landed squarely on my right nipple I yelped, and her grin dimmed momentarily with concern.

"Too much?"

"No, no. It's fine, just surprised me really."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine, wax me up, baby."

The wicked gleam returned to her look, and she dripped more wax onto my other nipple then ran a string of wax down the center of my belly and returned to work on my cock and balls, coating them thoroughly to create a wax mold of my entire package.

"You look very festive in red."

She placed the candle on the bedside table and turned back toward me to investigate her work, tentatively touching the hardening wax.

"I wonder if we could get this off in one piece and make a mold from it?"

"Want a realistic copy of my cock for a dildo?"

"That could be fun. I could enjoy it, and it might be fun to put it in the strap on harness. Fuck you with your own cock."

"Oh my, that's a very naughty idea. You're so much fun, you wicked woman."

"So are you, my love. Would you finger my ass, please?"

"Warm up for further exploration to come?"

"Exactly. I really think it will be hot to have you fuck me there."

We switched positions so she could draw her knees up to give me easy access to her puckered rosebud. I lubed my middle finger with spit and brought it to her offered hole. She grabbed the edges of her crack to spread herself invitingly. I slipped my spit-slick finger inside to the first knuckle and she moaned happily.

"Deeper, please."

I slowly slid the finger into her hot tight hole to her obvious enjoyment. The deeper I went, the more she seemed to enjoy it. When I made a circling motion inside her the result was even better.

"Oh, baby, I love that."

I slipped my digit out of her and leaned down to softly kiss her little starfish, eliciting a protesting squeal and resistant movement. I clamped her hips in my hands to hold her in place. I licked her crack from coccyx to perineum and she quickly relaxed to enjoy the delicious sensations she was feeling.

"Why are you doing that?"

I leaned up and smiled at her.

"To give you more pleasure and encourage you to explore this further,"

"Don't worry, I want it. I won't change my mind. Do it now."

"Huh?"

"Fuck my ass, please."

"Really?"

"Really, I want you to fuck my ass, right now."

"We'll need lube, I don't want to hurt you."

"There's a tube in the drawer from when I fucked you, isn't there?"

"Yes, you're sure you want it now?"

"Positive, baby. Don't miss your chance."

"Since you put it that way."

I rolled toward the nightstand, opened the drawer, and retrieved the tube of lube.

"Face to face or doggy style?"

"If you hadn't just had your tongue in my ass, I'd say face to face so I could kiss you."

"Fastidious?"

"Does that make me a bad person?'

"No, guess not."

"Did your ex make you kiss her ass?"

"Of course, it was a regular duty of mine."

Her mouth pursed into a moue, eloquently illustrating her distaste.

"Do I disgust you?"

"No. I just don't want to kiss you until you've brushed your teeth."

"Fair enough."

"Now, let me apply lube to that beautiful cock. I do love touching you."

"And I love the way you touch me."

She took the tube, squirted a generous dollop into her palm and reached for my cock. Her touch was, as always gentle and seductive when she caressed me, coating my manhood thoroughly with the slick goo.

"Let me apply some for you."

She handed the tube to me and arranged herself to be easily accessible. I squirted a generous glob into her crack, right onto her puckered opening. She spread herself cooperatively, making it simple to insert most of it into her tight anus. She moaned contentedly, accepting my lube laden finger gratefully.

"This will be a lot easier for you if you push as if you're trying to go. That will help you open and ease me in."