I woke up the following day still buzzing from the events of the previous evening. When Holly had first told me what her role-play idea was, I had been pretty sure that it would involve her wearing a strapon. What I could never have anticipated, though, was just how much I was going to love her fucking me with it.
The real surprise, however, had been when Miss Lawrence joined us. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasised about our neighbour participating in some of our naughty play, but when she entered the bedroom also wearing a strapon, it blew my mind.
Any embarrassment at being feminised had long gone out the window. Instead, I was consumed with a feverish lust like nothing I had felt before. So when Miss Lawrence held her strapon in front of me, I eagerly began sucking it as Holly continued to pound me from behind.
The highlight of the evening had been when I was licking my wife's pussy while Miss Lawrence fucked me with her strapon. When I looked up at Holly, she had a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
Holly was fast asleep next to me when I woke up the following day. It sounds strange, considering she (and our neighbour) had fucked me senseless the previous evening, but when I looked at her, I was bursting with love for her. The week's trial had finished with a bang and was over now.
I thought about what Miss Lawrence had told me, how she and Dennis reached new levels of intimacy and deepened their love for one another through his submission to her and realised it had done the same for Holly and me.
Even though the trial was over, I wanted to wake Holly up in the way she had become accustomed to. It wasn't a submissive thing. It was a desire to please her. I was still wearing my panties, bra and stockings from the previous night and the nail polish, lipstick, and makeup. The only thing missing was the wig that I had picked up before leaving the bedroom. Once I had prepared Holly's tea, I stood in front of the mirror and put on my wig, then I excitedly returned to the bedroom.
I always felt such a thrill entering the bedroom with her morning tea, knowing the very first thing Holly was going to experience that day was me pleasuring her. She was still asleep when I placed the tea on the bedside cabinet, so I very quietly tiptoed to the bottom of the bed and knelt on the floor. When I lifted the bottom of the duvet, I saw that Holly was still wearing her stockings, and I very softly planted a kiss on her the sole of her nylon covered foot. |It was like a bit of game for me, seeing how many times I could kiss and lick her foot before I heard Holly's first murmur.
Worshipping Holly's feet was definitely one of my favourite activities discovered during the week's trial, both with or without her nylons on. I found it so erotic and intimate and adored pleasuring her in this way. I loved sucking her toes, which became a real fetish for me. When she was ready for me to lick her pussy she spread her legs, and I began sensuously kissing my way up her stockinged legs.
After planting a few kisses on her pussy, I began gently sucking her lips, waiting for that moment when I would feel her hand on my head. Once Holly had taken control, she gently guided me so I could push my tongue inside her, then when she pulled on my hair, I flattened my tongue and licked up and down her now wet pussy with broad strokes. She was moaning and writhing now, luxuriating in being woken in such a pleasurable way.
I had gone down on my wife on the first night we ever slept together, and god knows how many times since, so I knew exactly when she wanted me to transfer my affection to her clit. Flicking it with my tongue first, then when she held me tightly, sucking until I brought her to orgasm.
Over the past week, it had been the norm that I would stay there and kiss, suck and lick her pussy until I gave her a second orgasm. But this morning, she tugged on my hair, indicating she wanted me to kiss my way up her body, then after a brief but passionate kiss, she said:
'I want to feel you inside me, baby.'
I felt her reach down and guide my rock hard cock into her pussy, then heard her groan as I slid my cock deep into her.
When I'd first met Holly, I'd never been sure when she wanted to be fucked hard or made love to, but I began to recognise the signals over time. It was the subtlest of things that would probably seem unnoticeable to anyone else, like the way she caressed or ran her nails over my back or bottom cheeks. During the trial week, though, she had discovered a new way to tell me. At first, she gently pulled on my nipples, indicating that she wanted me to go slow. Then, as she began pinching tighter and twisting them, I knew she wanted me to fuck her harder.
When I began thrusting hard and deep, she released my nipples. Holly grabbed my bottom cheeks, taking control of my thrusts, making me fuck her harder and harder until finally bringing me to orgasm and holding me deep inside of her as I came. I could feel her body spasm at the same time as she climaxed beneath me.
