Maing a Sandwich

My name is Lynn. I am a ‘Middle America’, female W.A.S.P. whose age is none of your damn business. If you’ve read any of Todd’s stories that opening might seem funnier, then again it may not. If this is your first time reading one of our stories Todd is my DH, best friend, baby daddy, boy toy and if I’m in the right mood...Master. If you have read any of our other entries you might be wondering why I’m writing this time. Answers will be forthcoming.

For newcomers, Todd and I met in college where he continued to make a fool of himself chasing me till I finally let him catch me. We spent our first decade together earning our SITCOM designation: Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. The next decade saw me becoming the mother of two teen boys, returning back to the workforce, and becoming a submissive exhibitionist with masochistic tendencies. The trigger to that was an anniversary trip to Vegas that Todd surprised me with and I returned the favor by showing him how kinky the mother of his children could be if given the incentive.

We both enjoy reading erotic stories online, real or fiction, and have even gotten some great ideas out of them. A few years back Todd decided to write up one of our...”Adventures” as he calls them. As it worked out he has added a new story each year around the same time. He would say his output is dictated by external forces that keep him from writing more. I know that it is usually a bad case of putting off the story or dropping it for months at a time.

Notice the usually. This past year is the exception. Without going into details, Todd’s work has gotten very crazy. Not just the workload but the company has been downsizing and shifting departments to other states. As you can imagine this has left our household a little on edge and Todd not really in the mood to transcribe our past trysts. What is more unfortunate is that in the past couple months our sex life had taken a huge hit. I haven’t even been fondled in the past couple days.

Which...time for a side rant. I read online the other day of a young wife asking advice on how to keep her new husband from grabbing her boobs. I just shook my head. I have friends that would kill to get that kind of impromptu attention from their husbands. And yes, ladies of my...maturity...do share that kind of detail together.

Now, I will be the first to say that there are times and places that Todd has to keep his hands to himself and it did take a couple weeks of training after we became serious to get him to understand that. But the young bride was complaining about this happening while doing laundry or dishes. Besides the fact that she should be the one groping him while he does the dishes, I see no problem with her husband’s affection. She should encourage him in fact and maybe twenty years later he will still be doing it.

So the fact that I wasn’t getting groped regularly, let alone more intimate action in the last few weeks was starting to bother me. It was also making for a grumpy husband. Go figure, right?

You might ask if that was the case then why didn’t one of us or the other initiate a little stress relief. Well the whole point of this story is that I did. But I’ll admit I don’t initiate sex that often. With older kids in the house, sex has become much more scheduled. That isn’t a bad thing, scheduled doesn’t mean boring. A little bit of role-playing or bondage can turn scheduled into anticipated with the greatest of ease.

When we do get the chance to be impromptu it is Todd that is usually the fire starter. However that had not been the case the past month, in fact our past two Friday evening ‘date nights’ at home had kind of fizzled and I had let them. But this time I decided I wouldn’t take no for an answer. This time I wanted the sandwich.

Todd, proofreading for me...and laughing hysterically, says I needed to explain myself here. Apparently I am still showing my occasional naivety. My reference above is not about being spit roasted between Todd and another guy. Threesomes of any kind are off the menu. It is too difficult to separate sex from the feelings it engenders. And although I’m not as bad as I was twenty years ago, I am still a bit of a green- eyed monster. But they are very pretty green eyes, I’ve been told.

What I’m referring to by sandwich came from an interview with a sex therapist on talk radio that recommended that wives—and husbands, but wives are usually more in need of the idea—be always receptive to their spouse’s request for sex. Yes there are times and places that are not optimal for most people, even a few for me. And no one is in the mood for sex with a raging fever or the flu. But if privacy and health are not an issue you should say okay. She compared it to her husband deciding he’s hungry and asking for something to eat. Yeah, don’t get me going on the slightly sexist attitude there but she continued that in ‘making a sandwich’ for her hubby she sometimes realized she was hungry too. Worst case she had spent quality time with the hubby, more often than not she developed an appetite also.

I was hungry, but I knew my best friend was starving and I wasn’t going to wait for him to ask for a sandwich. I was going to offer him one. It was Friday and the kids were still doing their gaming night with friends so we had the house to ourselves until late in the evening. I locked up all but the front door and pulled down the shades. With it being early summer I often wonder what the neighbors think about our house being shut up on Friday evenings, but not enough to ask. I stripped down, freshened up, and slipped into a short silk robe. I applied a little extra make-up trying to go for high class escort and not circus clown. I went down stairs and waited in the kitchen. I decided to not worry about supper, we could always order pizza from Tony’s.

Todd was late, as was the norm lately, but I heard the door open and he walked through, the screen door slamming behind him. I almost chickened out, that was not a good sign. I took a deep breath and walked into the living room, stopped just inside the doorway from the kitchen and slipped out of the robe.

This seems like a good place to describe myself. I am 5’ 6” with a swimmers build, having competed in college and stayed active as much as possible since. This has helped in keeping my legs toned and I pride myself on keeping my stomach fairly flat even after two pregnancies. My derriere has a little more padding with age but I’ve found Todd to be quite fond of that modification even if I am not somedays. My breast are a little under a C cup with large dark pink areoles that stand out prominently against my pale skin. My hair is a light brown, recently cut shoulder length with red highlights added, and the carpet matches the drapes so to speak. Or it would if I wasn’t recently shaved. My eyes, as implied earlier, are a bright green and were locked on my husbands.

“Use me.” I said. “Take me for your pleasure, however you want.”

Todd stood there staring at me, holding the mail he had brought in. I saw behind him that although he had shut the screen door the main front door was wide open. If anyone walked up to the house they would see me in all my glory. As much as I loved showing off my body I made a hard and fast rule to not endanger my reputation or identity when I did so. Those were both at risk, albeit a slight one.

My eyes widened slightly in mild panic. I wonder if that reaction on my part triggered Todd’s response. The mail hit the floor and he moved over to me grabbing me by the back of the neck and kissed me forcefully, his left hand moving over my body, squeezing my buttocks then gliding up to tweak a nipple. His tongue and lips pulled back from my mouth and his hand slid to my shoulder, pushing down, and forcing me to my knees.

The fire in his eyes kept me silent as I was brought down level with his groin. I told myself no one would be coming to the door and tried to ignore the sounds of the neighborhood coming to my left. Todd kept my attention however, using his thumb to push my lower lip down, forming my mouth into the perfect little hole.

Todd unzipped his jeans, not even undoing his belt, and reached in and pulled himself free. I started to reach for him, but he pushed my hand down and stepped up to me. His member was less than an inch from my face and starting to engorge. His right hand gripped the shaft at the base and the left grabbed a handful of hair pulling my head forward. The glans pushed past my lips and I could feel the frenulum under the head slide across my tongue.

Todd had taken my mouth so quickly he wasn’t completely erect yet. I got to feel his shaft expand further into my mouth, edging toward my throat. It had taken a long time but my gag reflex was under control and I was able to truly enjoy the sensation as he grew inside my mouth.

Todd in past narratives has downplayed his size somewhat. Although he is around six inches in length he has the girth of a baseball bat—well that might be an exaggeration but it felt like it. In regards to vaginal sex I will sing praises of his endowment every day. Other orifices, not so much. He is tall also, 6’ 4”, so if I am on my knees with his penis in my mouth my neck is arched back which makes for incredible eye contact.

Except when he forces my mouth and throat down the full length of his shaft as he did then. Todd held my head up against the nest of blonde curls above his shaft as he hardened. I had taken a deep breathe anticipating this but could feel the need for oxygen starting to build. He had pushed my hands down but I brought my left hand up to his thigh. It took a count of five but Todd pulled out, still holding my head. I was breathing heavy, making my chest heave, and a string of saliva hung off my chin.

I thought I heard a car door, next door maybe, but as I started to turn toward the front door Todd pushed into my mouth again. I’d have to trust that he would pause and go shut the door if someone started to approach because this time I knew he wasn’t stopping until he was done with me. Todd held my head, his hands on my temples, and thrust in and out of my mouth. He would occasionally push in all the way to my throat but never stayed. His actions had a frenzy to them. His frantic motion would cause him to slide out and I would get in a couple quick breaths before he shoved himself back in mouth. When I looked up at him, his eyes would be closed, intent on the pleasure my lips, tongue and occasionally throat was providing. My mouth was nothing more than a warm, wet masturbator.

Considering the dry streak that we had endured I was expecting Todd to lose control quickly at the pace he was going. He surprised me however. I had no way to tell time but Todd’s frantic thrusts seem to continue for several minutes, to the point that my lips, being stretched out, were getting sore. I was also getting worked up by Todd’s treatment of me and was starting to hope he would tire of my mouth and take my vagina the same way.

That did not appear to be the case as I soon felt Todd tense up and pull me all the way onto him—my forehead pushing into his abdomen. I felt the familiar twitch of the underside of the shaft and a warm load of semen flooded my throat. This was followed by three more spurts although each of them released into my mouth.

Todd pulled back into my mouth to thrust as each glob expelled from his urethra.

The last load timed badly with me taking a breath and I choked, expelling a mix of saliva and semen to cover my lover lip and chin as I pulled away.

Todd let go and stepped back, his eyes shut, his body relaxing. I was glad to see the tension ebbing out of him but was a little surprised that he was done.

Actually, he wasn’t. He opened his eyes looking down at me. I could imagine the sight I made. Kneeling naked before him with cum dripping from my chin onto my breast, make-up undoubtedly smeared, and nipples hard with excitement. I could see the fire reignite in his eyes and I fought the urge to start playing with myself.

“Do you want more?” I asked unable to keep any of the need out of my voice.

He put his index finger over my lips to silence me then held his hand out. I put my hand in his and he lifted me up onto my feet. I was a little unsteady, my feet having gone to sleep while I was on my knees. Todd steadied me, his left hand grabbing my butt check, squeezing it.

Once I was stable, Todd turned and waked back to shut the main door, locking it. I surprised myself that I had forgotten about it. Todd’s silent, commanding mood had me focused only on him. He started toward the stairs bringing me behind him.

In the master bedroom he let go of my hand and said, “Lay down” before heading into the walk-in closet. It would be the last words he would say until he was through with me.

Knowing the routine, I laid on the bed shoving the pillows off onto the floor, positioning myself on my back, head toward the wall and arms spread out. I was guessing a little on my position, if he was wanting to take my throat again I would need to turn around so my head would hang off the end of the bed.

Todd returned from the closet carrying a white, locked ‘toy box’ in his hand.

“Is this what you want?” I asked

Todd scowled and again quieted me, this time with a finger to his mouth.

He unlocked the box, pulled out a blindfold and tossed it to me. I slipped it over my head, covering my eyes, thrilled with where this was heading. I loved being completely out of control and unable to see what was going to happen.

I felt Todd climb onto the bed and lift my head. I cloth gag, a handkerchief that he had rolled up, was slipped between my lips and tied tight behind my head. Todd wouldn’t have to worry about any more questions, although I did find it interesting that this would make it difficult to use any safe word. Not that I was worried really, we had plenty of experience knowing each other’s limits. It was unusual because

Todd was the one that got a little paranoid about being too rough and constantly asking—out of character—if I was okay.

I assumed restraints, hidden under the bed and attached to the frame would be next. I was more than a little surprised to feel a nylon loop slipping over my right hand and tightening around my wrist. Before we had found the restraint system we had improvised using nylon cord. It was rougher, with less give and no Velcro that could pull free with enough effort. The cord pulled taunt, as did my right arm when Todd knotted it around the frame.

He followed suit with my left arm and then my legs, each pulled tight and just under a discomfort level, toward the closest corner of the king size bed. My emotions at this split. I was completely at Todd’s mercy and in his control. I would not be pulling loose, intentional or not, and that made me so hot I could almost orgasm spontaneously. But there was that nagging fear of being left like this. Not that Todd would leave, but what about that million in one moment where he fell down the stairs and got hurt.

I tried to let that paranoia go and was assisted by Todd sitting on the bed beside me. I felt his fingers caress my faced down to my chin, which I realized was still sticky with cum. The hand moved to my throat, ever so slightly tightening around it giving me a shiver of thrill. The unseen hand moved to my breast, first the right then left, kneading them roughly, pinching my nipples hard enough to leave them not only erect, but sore.

I felt movement and realized Todd had turned, and felt his strong hand slide up my thigh to rest over my vagina. He stayed there unmoving and I fought the urge to move under him. Then a single finger slipped in between my labia, penetrating and moving around inside me. I couldn’t help but move this time and just as quick as the entry had been, he pulled his finger out and got off the bed.

I couldn’t help but whimper. Considering how soon it had been since exploding in my mouth I logically realized this was going to be a long foreplay to let Todd recover, but my body was ready for him now.

Our bedroom had a small recliner in the far corner, opposite the bed and after hearing some rustling of clothes—Todd undressing—I heard him sit down and go through the white box. I expected the nipple clamps or even a vibrator to make their way onto, or into, my body but nothing happened.

Slowly the sexual tension began to ebb down inside me and I found myself noticing the little discomforts of being left tied so tight with nylon. I realized that

Todd was wanting to roleplay an intruder encounter and having made the offer I was best letting him, especially since in the moment I could do little to stop it short of a screaming fit. That would have done more harm to my effort than any good I had already done.

Time passed and I found myself actually getting sleepy in spite of the awkward position. A humming noise caught my attention. It lasted maybe half a minute then stopped. Every now and again I could hear it for a couple seconds then silence. My curiosity however flagged and again I found myself getting drowsy.

A weight on the bed between my legs startled me. I couldn’t believe I had come that close to actually falling asleep. But the wait was apparently over. My mind raced, what would Todd do to me first? Was he going to start with a toy like the clamps, or maybe he was going to lick me. I couldn’t wait to feel those hand on my body.

He moved up the bed and I could feel Todd’s body between my legs, pushing them up and apart as much or little as the cord allowed. Two fingers, one on each lip, pulled my labia apart and I could feel the heat of his glans millimeters from my opening. He entered, the bare tip of the head slipping into me and he leaned forward, supported by his arms, forearms brushing against my breast.

Then he pushed in. Hard.

I let out a mix of gasp and squeal. The squeal was excitement. The gasp was pain.

I knew immediately what the humming had been. It was the electric penis pump I had bought for Todd for Valentines. If there is anyone that isn’t sure if pumps are effective I’ll sign an affidavit that they are. Ten minutes in that tube added a little over an inch and a half to Todd and engorged his already considerable girth.

Unfortunately it only lasts for five to ten minutes but still. So add that increased size, the fact that having calmed down I was not as wet, and Todd applying a little powder to his member and his very dry, enlarged entry was not easy.

Pushed in as far as he could, Todd laid down on me, pressing me into the mattress.

One hand, no longer supporting his weight, squeezed my throat while the other grabbed the hair at the back of my head, pulling my head back. With just his pelvis

Todd pulled out almost all the way, then slammed into me again. The effect was not as bad but between his weight on me and his hand gripping my throat only a small whimper could escape my gag. He repeated the act, pulling out then smashing his hips into my cervix, forcing his penis deep inside me, friction burning with each move. The delay between thrusts lessened and the speed of the pull out increased. Soon his hips were in constant motion.

Suddenly he pulled out and lifted off me. I felt the noose around my right ankle loosen and pulled off. Likewise my left. If I thought I had pins and needles earlier in my feet they were nothing to what I felt then. My legs were lifted and spread, each thigh held in place with a firm grip. Todd moved closer bringing his groin next to me, his still wicked large member resting on my vagina.

A little manoeuvring on his part placed him inside me and again he started with a fast, intense series of thrusts that were figuratively pile driving me slowly up the bed. Then he would stop, pull me back down as far as my arm restraints allowed and start again.