Note: You really need to read the first installment of this story. It isn't numbered, but since there's only one other story, MOST of you will be able to figure it out.
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When I got back from the gym the next morning, there was a message to call Marie. She wanted to see me today. I needed to accomplish some business work, and some housework, and then take a shower. She needed to do take care of some personal banking business, do some housework, and take a shower. At her suggestion, we'd do our respective chores, then she'd come over to my house where we'd shower together.
Wow! This woman was starting to sizzle!
There was a knock on my door, as it was being opened.
"Hi Will, I'm finally here."
"Hey beautiful, I'm glad you're here. I really need that shower. Let's jump in."
We both started shedding clothes, and of course, I started sprouting wood.
"You're always hard," Marie giggled.
"Actually, when you're around, I'm always on the verge of being hard," I replied, "all you only need to do something sexy, and it's up scope!" She laughed.
We jumped into the shower, and lathered each other briskly before turning to gentleness & loving. I attempted to touch her pussy, but was quickly stopped. "I need some serious downtime there, or I'll be in the hospital," she said. "You already know, however, that I'm aroused other ways, and I certainly know how to satisfy you, so let's just give my pussy a rest, ok?"
"Ok," I said, "but the twinkle in your eye says you've been fantasizing. What do you have in mind?"
Marie just couldn't hold her water! The unspeakable urge to satisfy, and be satisfied was so foreign to her, that now being close to someone who promoted it, just about brought tears to her eyes. Of course, at first I thought something to be wrong, but she quelled that thought quickly by confessing she'd not slept most of last night, fantasizing about anal sex. Anything and everything that we'd done together thus far had been so mind-numbingly erotic that she couldn't imagine anal sex would be anything but the same.
The teaser went a long way toward stimulating those nerves endings she didn't know she had. Now she wanted to know what the next level might bring.
My former girlfriend, as I alluded to earlier, was somewhat adventuresome, so I did have some fantasies of my own when it came to Marie. It was time to assist her further in her quest to experience mutual depravity.
As we lathered, rinsed, nibbled, and kissed, I told her that I also might be a little tender -- too tender, in fact to participate in fucking her anally. I interrupted her pout with a "but," quickly regaining her full attention. "Are you familiar with strap-ons," I asked?
Well, it was pin-drop time again. After she came out of her momentary stupor, she admitted to knowing what they were, but since she NEVER had any lesbian tendencies, she had only ever seen a picture of one.
Well, I went on to say that one of Cheryl's kink fantasies had been the desire to have a dick of her own. (Marie had met Cheryl, my former girlfriend, more than once) She wasn't into girls either, but had this fantasy of giving me anal sex as I was to her. Since I'm a little kinky also, there really wasn't an issue when it came to following through with it. After some discussion, I had mentally designed a strap-on that we both could enjoy to its fullest.
Cheryl & I had gone out, bought the necessary accessories, and then assembled them as agreed upon. Of course, we had shared the engineering phase, but assembly belonged to me alone. We had purchased a harness that allowed for the interchange of rubber cocks. Cheryl wanted one that was equivalent to mine in size. That's fair. She picked it. As for the harness, we picked one with leg straps that adjusted along the waist belt, allowing it to be worn either like a jock strap (sorry ladies), or like a thong. We both liked the thong style, as it allowed for holding a teaser and/or pussy plug in place. Another accessory was a pair of vibrating eggs/ben wah balls (I purposely didn't tell Marie they vibrated. Their wire leads were imbedded in the strap and rubber cock, so she didn't have a clue), one inserted into the tip end of the rubber cock, the other into the teaser. After a few days, Cheryl & I put the finished product through its time trials. She loved saying, "When I've got the cock, I'm the boss. You cum when I say you can cum!"
After having described this entire procedure to Marie, and knowing that I had her undivided attention, I retrieved the strap-on. To say she was intrigued would be an understatement. She mentally disassembled and re-assembled it numerous times.
We talked about her putting it to use, when, where, etc. She wanted to try it on. She did, and blushed profusely the whole time it was it was in place. I asked her to go to the kitchen and get us each a bottle of water. When she came back to the bedroom, she giggled while saying; "Now I know why men strut when they walk around while naked with a hard-on! Bend over! I want to fuck your ass now!"
Wow! Remember that timid, inexperienced woman from yesterday? Holy shit!
It was time to bring things back into their proper prospective, so I said, "Before that testosterone of yours starts flowing too freely, I want you to remember that this is one of MY favors."
"It's ONE of your favors? How many do you get, and why more than one?"
I stretched things a bit by saying that she had gotten two. She had asked to have the teaser while being spanked, and then she asked to be fucked, FUCKED hard afterwards. "Besides," I said, "you'll never convince me that you're not looking forward to this as much as I am. My pleasure comes from the prostate stimulation of having the rubber cock fucking me while you're giving me a handjob. Since my cock is a little sore, you'll be applying a heavy dose of oil to it, as well as my ass and your cock. I know you're curious, so let me show you how you'll do it." I brought her to my exercise room (more often used for sex than exercise), and showed her how I raised the bench of my bench press, adjusting it to her crotch level. I had actually rigged it so there were stirrup-like footrests, shoulder pads, waist & chest belts to prevent sliding off the bench or away from fucker. I also showed her the wrist restraints hanging from the bar above.
"You can render me motionless with these, if you want. I trust you fully, so strapping my wrists will make you a dominant. I am relinquishing all power to you, allowing you to control the pace. What it will do for me is this, by binding my wrists, you render me submissive, and thus you're forcing me to lay back and take all that is given, without the ability to reciprocate. You'd be surprised just how erotic that can be. It forces me to enjoy the moment."
With that, I laid back, face up onto the bench and invited Marie to adjust everything to position. Since we had apparently decided to go forward, we'd want to do so without any fumbling. Marie put my feet in the stirrups, swinging them out to the sides a little, and tested her own ability to fasten the Velcro straps around my ankles quickly. She was taking her time. She looked up at me nonchalantly while saying, "I may need to be able to do this quickly some day, so I want to know exactly how it works." There were also straps on both sides that attached to my upper calves, holding my knees apart. She clicked the waist and chest belts secure, and then the wrist restraints. For all intents and purposes, I was at her mercy.
She sat on a roll-away stool between my legs, and asked for permission to inspect the territory. Before waiting for my answer, she ever so lovingly started to tickle my balls, and my own rosebud. Then she ran her fingertips up and over the top my cock, making sure to spread my leaking fluids all over my cockhead. With her wet fingertips, she lightly massaged my asshole, noting just how sensitive I was to that. She then flicked her tongue over it and my balls. I hissed!
There was a spray bottle under the bench. She asked if it was the oil she was to use. As soon as I said yes, she sprayed it liberally and started to rub my cock, and my balls while continuing to tickle my asshole. She then walked around my right leg, and continued to lightly stroke my cock, while breathing into my ear, "Is this ok to do?" She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, while continuing the light massage of my cock, she started sucking my nipple. She stood up long enough to tell me how much she liked this level of control, and that I should just relax and enjoy. "I've still got almost two hours before the kids get home. I've got a captive audience, a stiff cock, and an asshole in front of me begging for a fucking. What more could I want? You're mine!"
