[ For the deeply religious, this is not a story for you. There is an encounter with someone Marcie believes is God in this story. Ask Marcie, she believes. There is also a three way, cock in mouth oral as well as mouth on pussy oral, anal play and penetration both vaginally and anally. Putting this story in a category was difficult. The temptation to put it in non-consent was strong (but she did consent, sort of). BDSM called and wanted the story there (but the restraints were minimal and the flogging didn't happen). Erotic Couplings seemed like a good fit (but the influence of the BDSM and the non-consent made that a poor choice). In the end BDSM won. As always (or mostly always) your comments are welcome. Please don't tell me I picked the wrong category... I did think about others. I just hope you enjoy the story.]
"Jack, you don't know what you're missing!"
"I'm not missing anything! We have sex."
"In the dark! Under the covers!"
"We enjoy it! She was raised in a good Christian home and her Momma taught her well."
"And you get to pay the price! Have you ever seen her naked?"
Jack looked at me but didn't speak. I had hit a nerve. He had been married five years and had never seen his wife naked. They had never fucked with the lights on. I kept driving and he fumed.
"Jack, you're my best friend. You are my business partner. I want you to be happy with your life and you aren't."
"Well, talking about it won't help. Marcie isn't going to change. Hell, she has me pretty well convinced that wanting something different is me being influenced by Satan."
I was quiet for a long time. The miles went by. I was driving us to Omaha for a big meeting. If it went well our business would double starting tomorrow. Jack looked out the window.
"Has Marcie ever had an orgasm?" I asked. I asked quietly.
Jack looked over at me like I was nuts. "How the hell would I know?"
I had to think about that. Carol made it known when she got there. She moaned, screamed sometimes, quivered, shook, and flooded us both. If Marcie had an orgasm how would Jack know? For that matter how would Marcie know?
"Does she like kissing?"
"Yes! I get kisses every day. She kisses me just before I come to work and when I get home."
"Pecks or kisses?"
"What's the difference?" That answered that question. The rest of the trip was quiet. At the client's office in Omaha we were all business. Two hours later we had doubled our business. Back in the truck we talked about the changes we needed to make to accommodate the new business and we laughed about making our business a success.
I used my cell phone and called Carol. I told her about the meeting and about our success.
"Can we take a few days and celebrate?" She asked.
"We should! Great idea. What do you want to do?"
"Let me think about it and I'll have some suggestions when you get home."
"Ok! I won't get a ticket but I will hug the speed limit."
"Tell Jack I'm proud of him too."
"Ok. Bye. I love you!"
I hung up and said, "Carol is proud of you too."
"Thanks." I offered him the cell phone.
"No thanks. Marcie isn't interested in business. She has her role and I have mine."
"Oh. Ok."
I dropped Jack at home and saw the greeting he got from his wife. No hug, just a very quick peck on his cheek as she met him on the porch in her knee length gray dress.
When I got home Carol was waiting in the driveway. Cute shorts, halter top and a huge grin. When I opened the door of the truck she climbed in with me and the kissing began. Between kisses she told me how proud she was of me, of Jack and how she always believed in us. By the time we were in the house I was hard. She noticed and asked if she could help me with that.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, since we're going out for dinner perhaps we don't need to get all undressed. Maybe I can just practice being your favorite cocksucker."
"Here in the kitchen or somewhere else?"
"Right here will be fine for me." As she started work on the front of my slacks I untied the tie of her halter top. Her breasts sprang free and my hands held them gently. She smiled up at me as she guided my swelling cock into her mouth. Every time she looked at me like that, on her knees with my cock in her mouth I remembered when that was what we did on dates as teenagers. She blew me and I ate her.
Her tongue knew every nerve ending in my cock and she seemed to delight in getting my knees to weaken before I filled her mouth. In our seventeen years together she had never lost a drop. She said she loved the taste and the power. I loved what she did for me and how she did it!
My sack pulled up and she knew I was ready. Without removing my pole from her mouth she said, "Fill me up! I want it all!" Her lips closed around my shaft and she sucked harder. I unloaded everything I had and she swallowed all of it. With tender care and complete thoroughness she cleaned me until I was completely soft.
She put her hands on my hips and stood back up. I bent and kissed her breasts one at a time and squeezed her ass in the process.
"Enough! I need to get changed and then we're going to eat."
"We can get a pizza delivered. Just take off those shorts and let me have the main course now!"
"No! You can have my pussy when we get back! We're celebrating in public first." She ran from the room. I watched as her beautiful full breasts bounced out of the room. The thought of living with a woman and never seeing her naked was just not something I would be willing to live with.
Five minutes later Carol was back. She had on a sun dress and sandals. Even though nothing showed I was sure she had on just three things, the dress and two shoes. She zipped my pants back up and we went to the truck.
As I backed out of the driveway she said, "I called and invited Jack and Marcie to join us. Marcie said they would."
I wondered why Marcie said yes. She seldom celebrated anything except Easter, Christmas and a visit with her mother. Jack shared a lot with me.
When we got to the restaurant I saw Jack's car already parked. I opened the door for Carol and as a reward she gave me a quick look up her dress. She smiled at me and asked, "Were you just naughty?"
"No, I think it was you."
We laughed and entered the restaurant. Carol had made reservations so the hostess led us to the booth where Jack and Marcie were waiting. Jack still had on his sport coat and tie. Marcie had on a shirtwaist dress, in brown, and buttoned all the way to her neck. Most women dress in clothes that fit snuggly. If Marcie was a size eight she never knew it. Her dresses were at least three sizes bigger than necessary. If there was a body inside the dress no one would ever know.
When we ordered Jack and Marcie ordered one dinner to share. Carol ordered a steak and I ordered fish. The service was good and the food was great. Our conversation was three sided. Since we were celebrating a business success the conversation was about the business. Marcie didn't say a word. I watched Jack as he would occasionally look at her for a response. She never gave one.
When Carol and I were back in the truck she said, "Why is Jack married to her?"
"I don't know why he married her, but I do know that they will never get a divorce."
"Because of their church?"
"Yup."
"God, save me from the church!"
"I'll bet she could really be a nice woman if she could relax a little."
"There isn't a pill on the planet that could get her to relax! I'll bet she even sleeps fully dressed!"
"You'd win the bet."
Carol looked over at me and asked, "How do you know that?"
"Jack told me. They've been married five years and he's never seen her naked."
"That poor man." The rest of the drive was quiet. I parked the truck and when I opened Carol's door she opened her legs wide for me.
"We didn't have dessert in the restaurant. Could I interest you in a taste now?"
I smiled and lifted her dress, uncovering her to the waist. I started kissing the insides of her thighs and worked my way to her treasure. She leaned back to give me even better access and I accepted it. She was very wet when I arrived between her lips and I did my best to get as much as I could with my tongue.
"Oh, baby, that's what I need! Get all my juices!"
I put my hands under her ass and lifted. She lifted her legs and offered me even more of herself.
"Stick your tongue inside me, Honey. Fuck me with your tongue!"
My cock was tenting my slacks and I wondered if they would rip. My tongue did its work and when I felt her getting close I started flicking her button.
"Yes! Oh Honey, right there! I'm gonna cum all over your face!"
I felt her pussy start to spasm and the muscles flexing. Her juices flowed and I made slurping noises as I attempted to suck it all in. Carol's hands held my head in place and her hips moved her cunt all over my face as she moaned.
When she calmed a little she let go of my hair. I pulled her hips to the edge of the seat and helped her stand. I moved her out of the way and closed the door of the truck. I knew that the next time I got in the truck it would still smell like sex.
In our bedroom Carol stripped out of the dress and her shoes while I took longer to undress. We showered and when we were done we dried each other.
As I dried her we kept kissing. At one point our tongues were enjoying each other and when that kiss ended Carol said, "You are so big and powerful. I love it when you are powerful."
Every time she said things like that she was inviting a little bondage into the bedroom. A little Master slave game.
I pushed her into the bedroom and onto the bed.
She looked up at me and said, "Did I upset you?"
"Not yet. Lie on your back and close your eyes."
"Aren't you going to ask nicely?"
"If you were someone else, maybe. I don't ask my slave! I tell her and if she doesn't do what I tell her to do quickly enough she gets pain instead of pleasure."
"I don't want to do what you say!"
"Your choice!" I opened the drawer of the chest next to the bed and pulled out the leather cuffs. When I turned to her she moved to get off the other side of the bed. I dove and caught her. I pulled her back on the bed and got on top of her. She struggled and made the job more difficult of getting her cuffed and the cuffs snapped together.
I leaned over and from the drawer I got some short pieces of soft rope. I tied her wrist cuffs to the headboard and got off the bed. I looked at her as she looked up at me.
"What are you going to do to me?"
I slapped her breasts.
"When you speak to me I am Sir or Master. If you forget, you get pain."
