Jessica was about to suck a cock. It was semi-erect and visibly hardening as she watched. With one hand she was cradling the balls and holding the base. The tip of the glans was peeping out through the foreskin.
Jessica's mouth formed an O. Her lips pressed against the foreskin and slowly pushed it back and down, welcoming the unsheathed glans into her mouth. Her tongue teased the opening of the urethra and swirled around the head. The cock was now at full stretch and heading for the back of her throat. She kept a firm grip and began to bob her head up and down.
Ever so gently, she began to scrape her teeth along the underside of the cock.
Robert moaned. "Oh, God! That's fantastic. Where did you learn to do that?"
Jessica was making glugging and slurping noises. She had seen women do this on porn videos, so she supposed it was OK.
She paused and lifted her head from the cock. She looked up at Robert.
"Cosmopolitan! You like?" She grinned. Saliva was dripping between her lips and the cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You can say that again," said Robert. "Please don't let me interrupt."
She lowered her head and resumed. Soon Robert was moaning. She had him exactly where she wanted him.
Phase one of the plan was underway.
Her other hand had wormed its way under Robert's bum. Now she had a finger between his cheeks. She was searching for his anus.
The pad of her middle finger hit the target. She increased her bobbing and swirling, while slowly pushing her finger into his rectum. Robert was beside himself. He passed the point of no return. His cock throbbed and beads of semen hit the back of Jessica's throat. She swallowed and kept on sucking until the throbbing slowed and stopped.
Jessica sat up and leaned over to the bedside table. She grabbed a tissue and lovingly wiped Robert's cock with it. Then she picked up a glass of water and took a swig.
"I've been wanting to try that for a while," she said. She looked like a very happy cat who had just swallowed the cream, which she had, of course.
Jessica and Robert were having a spa break at the Celtic Manor Hotel. There was a golf course, swimming pool and sauna and massage facilities. Robert had just completed a round of golf and had taken a shower.
Jessica had been swimming and then relaxing while a young woman applied cucumber goo to her face, or was it avocado? She forgot. She wasn't convinced that it did anything anyway, but it helped to pass the time.
Back in their room they were unwinding in a highly satisfactory way, before dressing for the evening meal.
It was half term. Robert had just been promoted and this break was a celebration. It was a big step up for him and came with a hefty pay rise. He was doing well for his age and was even being tipped as a future CEO.
The children were staying with Jessica's parents. This had become an autumn half term tradition. They loved it there, out in the Sussex countryside where Jessica had grown up.
Jessica kept a proprietorial hand on Robert's cock. It felt intimate and brought them closer, she thought. He didn't object, he liked it, but he didn't know she had an ulterior motive.
"I'm so glad we booked this place and we can spend some time together, just the two of us," she began. "We should do this kind of thing more often. We're not getting any younger."
She rested her head on his shoulder.
He nodded. "Well, we've got a way to go yet. The kids are still young."
"Well they're growing fast," said Jessica. "They'll be off to university before we know it."
"I'm so pleased we met when we did. Look at where we are now. I want us to grow old together."
"You're just a softy," Robert said. "Of course we will."
"There is one thing though," said Jessica. "There's something I really want to talk to you about and I feel kind of awkward bringing it up, but we're not kids anymore."
"Well, spit it out, old girl," said Robert. "It can't be that bad, whatever it is."
"Well no," said Jessica, "But I think it is important and it's something we kind of take for granted without ever discussing it."
"I'm all ears," said Robert. "Let's sort this thing out."
"It's sex," blurted out Jessica. "I have to talk to you about sex."
"What do you mean," said Robert. "You've just given me the best blow-job of my life."
"I know," she said. "I've been reading up. God this is difficult. I love you Robert, but when we started we were young and unsophisticated. I want us to have better sex as we grow older,
not get stuck in a rut and go through the motions."
"Is this about 'Fifty Shades of Grey'?" said Robert. Do you want me to tie you up and beat you?"
"Well, no, not exactly. I mean I don't know. I want us to open up more. I think we should talk about our fantasies. If we do that we can go off in new directions. You're a very private man, Robert. Sometimes I feel as if there's a part of you that nobody touches."
She paused. There was silence. They looked at each other. She kept her hand on his flaccid cock and gave it an encouraging squeeze. She wiped the corner of her eye with her other hand. She tried to persuade herself it wasn't a tear, but she knew it was.
Robert looked back. Suddenly he seemed nervous, older and more serious than she had ever known him.
"Well," he began. "Since you have asked, do you really want to know? You might be shocked."
"I love you, Robert. Nothing will shock me. I'm your wife."
That's how many couples have fallen apart," he said doubtfully, "overconfidence."
"OK. I'm ready. You really are something else, aren't you? That's why I married you," he continued. "I'll start at the beginning. This is going to be hard."
"When I was twelve," he began, "my Dad asked me to get a screwdriver for him from his toolbox in the garage. I went in there and when I was fumbling around I nudged it and it started to fall off the shelf. I quickly shoved it back but that's when I realised that there were some magazines wedged behind it."
"I picked up the first one and opened it. It gave me quite a shock. It was a kind of crude comic book full of drawings of women in strange costumes and men who were being hit with canes. I was twelve, remember and I was just getting to grips with the idea of what sex was all about."
"These magazines looked wrong, somehow. I knew they must be Dad's and I knew I wasn't supposed to see them, but there was something instantly compelling about them. I wanted to read the stories and find out what was going on."
"I grabbed one and shoved it down my trousers and tucked my shirt over it. Then I went back in the house and gave Dad the screwdriver."
"That night I started reading it under the bedclothes with a torch. I got very turned on by it and of course I masturbated. That summer I worked my way through the whole set. There must have been about ten of them. I used to sneak in to the garage when nobody was about and put one back and pick out another one."
One day I went in to put one back and they had gone. Dad must have hidden them somewhere else. Maybe he suspected that I had found them, but nothing was ever said. I couldn't put one back on its own, so I kept it. I still have it. I've never told anyone before.
I used to read that book over and over and imagine those powerful women with ridiculous clothes doing unspeakable things to me.
Then I grew up and met you and put it all behind me. Now you know all about my sordid teenage years. The End."
Robert gulped. "Your turn," he said.
Jessica had eyes like saucers. She was processing what she had just been told.
"So practically your first thoughts about sex were that people were tied up and beaten?" she said. "You must still think about this now. Why didn't you say anything before? I had no idea."
"Well, it's not the kind of thing you talk about with your gorgeous twenty-year old girlfriend, when you're trying to impress her, is it?" said Robert. "You would have run a mile and everyone would have laughed at me. There was no way."
"So, basically, what you're saying is that if I walked in here now wearing a leather corset and stockings and holding a cane and I tied you up and thrashed you, you would like it?"
"Like it?" said Robert, looking awkward, "Well, I've never tried it, but I have certainly thought about it. You would look fantastic dressed like that, but you would never do it. You're a liberated woman. I would never try and turn you into some kind of dominatrix."
"But you know that there are such women," replied Jessica. "You know the word. You read the papers. How do you know I might not be one of them?"
Robert looked dubious and disbelieving.
There was a pause while they both looked at each other.
Jessica was almost speechless. Not only that, she was ecstatic. While Robert had been talking, something else had been happening. His cock, so soon after she had emptied it, had grown hard again, really hard, less than half an hour after she had milked him.
The idea of Jessica as a dominatrix was doing things to Robert and his body couldn't hide it.
She looked down at it and gave it another squeeze.
"Robert, you're hard," she said. "Telling me that story brought it all back. You're really turned on."
"I suppose I am," he admitted. "Old habits die hard, I suppose - no pun intended!"
He looked confused and sheepish.
"But, don't you see, this is brilliant," she said. "This is just what we need."
