Part 1: The Garden
The sun shines down on my naked body as I sit in the garden reading. My husband, Blake, has created a backyard paradise for me to relax in. We have a 10' tall fence and 12' tall trees planted all around the border, Koi pond with a waterfall, and glorious flower beds planted strategically all over the yard. I have always felt comfortable walking and lounging around the garden naked.
We also have a lap pool and occasionally, I like to skinny dip. I love the way the water cascades over my body as I swim back and forth. Then, once I get out, I enjoy feeling the sun heating my skin and evaporating the water droplets off of my skin.
Today, I lounge in the garden on a blanket, reading, naked. Of course, my novel of the day is highly erotic and has caused my cunt to begin leaking its juices. As I lay on my stomach, legs raised and kicking in the air, I grind my hips into the ground. I try my best to gain some kind of a semblance of relief.
As I become more and more sexually frustrated, I put my book down and turn over onto my back. I know that my husband won't be home for several hours yet. I just need a little relief. He will never know.
There is not a cloud in the sky. The birds are chirping, there is a slight breeze, and the air is fragrant with the new spring blossoms. I close my eyes to the sharp rays of the sun and part my legs. The cool breeze is a sharp contrast to the hot juices running from inside of me.
"Ahhh" I say, as I trail my fingers down my torso. I cover my cunt with my palm, arching into it. My clit is puffy and swollen. It grates along my palm as I raise my hips up and down. I part my puffy lips and dip a finger into my entrance. I circle my entrance and draw my sweet pussy liquor up and around my clit.
I imagine that my husband is here, his lips sucking my exposed pleasure center into his mouth. I make a V-shape with my finger and place my clit between them. I saw my fingers along my pleasure bud until I am panting in pleasure.
I imagine that Blake is here and I shove my fingers into my snatch, crying out loudly. I call out loudly, "Blake!"
I use one hand to pinch and pull my nipples while I plunge my middle and forefinger in and out of my cunt, faster and faster. The rhythmic squish of my juices continues to resound off of the fence in the garden.
A cloud passes over the sun. Perhaps a spring shower is about to be released, but I don't care. I furiously continue toward my journey. I work my clit with my thumb as I plug my cunt with my other fingers. I hadn't planned on going this far, but I can't stop now. Right now, I need to release all of this pent up energy.
I remove my fingers from my hole and furiously frig my clit until my body, strung tighter than violin strings, bursts. My muscles tense and release, over and over again. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out loud, lest the neighbors hear.
I am panting uncontrollably. As I try to bring my breathing back into a normal rhythm, I feel the wetness smearing my thighs. The breeze has started to cool the juices that have flown over the lips of my greedy cunt.
As I totally relax, I open my eyes. Instead of a sky full of clouds pregnant with rain, I am staring directly into the steamy brown eyes of my husband.
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Part 2: Out of the Garden
I scramble up from the ground, facing Blake in all of my nakedness. His eyes are stormy, a mixture of anger and lust.
"You're home early!" I start to say.
"Don't! Do not even try. Just leave everything and go sit in the Living Room." he says. I lower my head and walk into the house.
See, there is something you must understand about Blake and my relationship. On the surface, we are an everyday average couple. We share household duties and all major decisions. He works for an Ad agency and I work as a Marketing executive from home.
However, sexually, I belong to him. I am to have no part of any sexual act without his express permission, and that includes masturbation. See the dilemma? Problem is I don't always listen like I am supposed to. So, now that I have defied him, again, by taking my own pleasure, I know he will punish me.
I walk into the Living Room and curl into the corner of the couch. Blake walks in and dumps my book and blanket on the couch beside me.
"Woman, I will forbid you to ever read Erotica again if you cannot control your sexual urges. You could have called me, you know?" he says as he sits on the corner of the end table. "All you had to do was ask for permission."
"And you would have forbid me. You always do. And...."
"AND NOTHING!" He booms. "You agreed that you would obey me sexually, this...this is part of that. Now stop talking and trying to give excuses. There is no excuse for you pleasuring yourself, AGAIN, without my permission. Now get up, kneel on the sofa, and grab the back of the seat."
As I comply, I can hear Blake removing his belt. Just as I get into position, I feel the belt land its first stroke. It isn't hard, but he doesn't parry his blows either. He rains strokes down on my unclad body until; finally, I cry out and collapse onto the back of the chair.
Tears have begun to stream down my face. My ass and the top of my thighs have gone from slightly burning to a raging inferno. Blake throws his belt aside and rushes toward me. He pulls me into his lap, trying to soothe me by rubbing slow circles over my back. He reaches over into the end table and produces a small vial of lotion. For the next 15 minutes, Blake lovingly rubs the lotion into my aching red ass. All the while, reminding me to be a good girl, and not to be offended.
After a while, due to the exertion from the punishment and my earlier orgasm, I drift off to sleep.
When I awaken, I am alone on the couch and covered with a light fleece throw. I can hear voices coming from the kitchen. One is my husband, but the other voice is unknown to me.
"I don't know what else to do Nic. I have punished her for this so many times. She just has such a greedy cunt that she can't help herself."
"Ok, well...you sought me out. What do you want to do about it?"
"I want you to fuck her brains out. I want us to both fuck her to exhaustion. I want her so damn tired and satiated that she won't even think about touching her own cunt."
I sit up on the couch, pain blooming in my ass. Did I just hear that correctly? My husband wants me to fuck another man? I get up from the couch, wrap the blanket around me, and pad into the kitchen.
"You want another man to fuck me?" I ask sleepily.
Both men turn to face me, guilt written all over my husband's face at being overheard. However, the man he called Nic looks at me with what can only be described as unbridled lust. This makes me uncomfortable, so I tighten the blanket around me. I realize now that I should have gotten dressed before walking into the lion's den.
"Sweetheart..." My husband begins. "This is Nicolai. He is a trained Dom. I contacted him to help you control your urges."
I glance back and forth between my husband and Nicolai. Blake continues to explain that since he works so much, he is apparently not able to satisfy my sexual needs. So, his solution is to make an agreement with Nicolai to become my Master.
I cannot believe what I am hearing. Nor am I comfortable with the fact that Nicolai is looking at me as thought I am a rebel country needing to be conquered. I am confused and in utter disbelief. I turn on my heel and begin to walk away.
