A Beginning 12

A story about a husband and wife discovering a side of her neither one would have suspected. It takes a bit to get to the sex.

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It was the latest variation of discussion that they had for years. Eric had told her his latest fantasy over their second glass of wine, a relatively tame one where Susan gave him a long list of chores right before bed, teased him mercilessly by stroking him until he was right on the edge then told him he could not go to sleep until he finished the list of chores, and then went to sleep herself.

Susan sighed to herself. At least in this one she wasn't wearing leather. She listened attentively, and tried to change the subject. She nodded then after a pause said "So what do you want for dinner tomorrow?" It was the weekend and she liked to ln ahead.

"I don't know" Eric replied noncommittedly "got any preferences?"

"Not really" Susan said. Before she could say anything, else Eric said quickly "So" he took a breath, "Do you think you could ever do anything like that?"

Susan shrugged "I don't really think it's me" she said. She loved Eric, but his kinky fantasies were sometimes wearying. It was kind of complimentary that they involved her, although they usually they involved her in leather and being a bitch.

"Maybe you could try something like that sometime." He looked at her. Every now and then Susan would try to indulge one of his fantasies, like the times she had tied him up, or teasing and denying him a few times. Those times were few and far between and none had occurred for some time.

Susan shook her head "I'm just not kinky like you are "she protested.

"You could try, who knows you might like it."

It was the latest in a series of conversations that had gone on for the last few years of their married life.

Now Susan played the card that usually ended it, ended it because they both feared it might be true.

"Maybe" she said "you married the wrong woman., maybe you need someone else."

Predictably, Eric shook his head. "No" he exclaimed "I love you and I want be with you."

"Then you understand, that's not who I am. I'm not that leather clad bitch."

It usually ended there, Eric was about to go back to the dinner question, but then almost as an afterthought he said "Don't you ever have kinky thoughts?"

"Haven't you ever wanted to try some thing different?" he asked "Something wild or forbidden."

"No. I..." Susan said then paused, her mouth slightly open, "well..." Because there was something, something from her past, a wild thought that she had, well before she met Eric, something she found wrong and therefore exciting. Something she had once thought about and when she did it used to excite her.

Eric gave her a knowing smile. Now THIS is interesting he thought. He poured them both some more wine. "So, what was this fantasy?"

"It wasn't exactly something I fantasized about" she replied "just a thought that I used to have that was kind of" she shrugged "exciting".

"So" he encouraged "tell me". He tried to imaging what it could be, a threesome? Sex with another woman? Exhibitionism? What forbidden thought would excite his vanilla wife?"

She blushed. "It's embarrassing to say." She looked away couldn't meet his eyes.

"After all the stuff I've told you? He held up his hands palms upward. "C'mon what could be more embarrassing, besides I'm your husband and I love you."

She took a sip of wine to buy time, she could refuse to answer, but that hardly seemed fair., and she knew he would pout and then ask again. Susan oddly felt a sudden thrill spasm through her stomach. "Ok, it's something I've never done..."

"Yes?" Eric prompted.

"It's" she took a breath "to kick a man in the balls."

Eric's eyebrows rose in surprise, and to be honest a touch of shock. Susan was the nicest person he had ever known, he would have never guessed this. "And that excited you?"

"Yes" Susan admitted "It seemed so different from who I have always been, so wrong to do, so unlike me. And it also seems, I don't know, wrong." She repeated. After a moment she finally met his eyes. "You know what I mean?"

"Yes" he said took a sip of wine. "I do, it's not like you, but it has the appeal of the forbidden, especially for you, the nice girl."

Susan wasn't sure she liked how he said "nice girl", but she simply sipped more of her wine.

"Do you still think about?"

"No" she said "Not for years."

"Still excite you"

Susan turned her head. She really hadn't thought about it for years. How did it make her feel? She thought for a second, analyzed her feelings and was surprised. Then she lied.

"No, it doesn't."

Eric was regarding her closely and she blushed again. They really knew each other well. As they often admitted to one another, in many ways he knew her better than she knew herself, and she knew him better than he knew himself.

He nodded. Drank some wine, the bottle was empty. "More wine?" he asked.

She nodded, relieved to get away from a conversation that was difficult and leave difficult thoughts.

It took him a minute or two to fetch another bottle and open it. He realized he was excited by Susan's admission. He wondered if she had noticed that he was hard. He poured into their glasses, sat down, took a deep breath, debating, then took the plunge and said "Would you want to try it?"

She gave a sharp intake of breath. "Wh- what?" Her mind was already at tomorrow's dinner.

"He couldn't believe what he was going to say. On one level he didn't want to say it, but on another it was exciting to ask. "To kick a man, to kick me" he corrected "in the balls?"

'No" she said quickly, and that was that.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, each sipping wine.

Then Eric, sure that her answer would not change, decided to have some fun with his wife's newly reveled kinkiness, it was something he could see himself teasing her about into the future. "Are you sure, or maybe there's something else?"

"There's nothing else!" she exclaimed

A moment later, to his surprise and hers, Susan looked at him closely "would you let me?" Her throat felt dry. "Kick you in the balls?" Just asking gave her a strange feeling, like her mind was floating.

He looked surprised for a second, swallowed, considered looked into her eyes, hazel, deep and mysterious and said softly "Yes."

"Really?" she asked. He nodded trepidation battling with a strange sense of calm and excitement. His prick was very hard.

Susan held his eyes with hers, staring intently. She nodded back. She realized that this still excited her, was something she indeed wanted to do, wanted to experience.

"Then let's do it." She spoke. She half expected him to back out, to say he was only kidding, but after a moment he replied with a nod "OK"

"Good" she began to stand

"Right now?" He asked with a tinge of nervousness. Eric had thought for some strange reason that this would happen in the future. In the abstract it was kinky and arousing, but now that it was real he began to feel butterflies in his stomach.

That slight flutter in his voice made Susan even more excited.

"No time like the present." She smiled. Suan stood, drained her glass and regarded him. He looked funny, maybe a little scared? A thrill coursed through her.

. "I'm going to go change." She announced

"Oh?"

"Yes" she walked to the foot of the stairs and turned. "If we are going to do this we may as well do it right." She had no idea where all this was coming from, perhaps she subconsciously merely knew what she wanted. She turned at the foot of the stairs and said matter in a matter-of-fact tone "Take your pants off. Oh, and your shirt too."

Without waiting for a reply, she hurried up the stairs. She could feel her lower lips moisten.

Eric sat there for a moment, then gulped down his wine. Susan was a really nice person, so how bad could it be, he wondered. Like all men he had been hit in the nuts before and had survived it with no real damage to himself. It had been a while though and he vaguely remembered how it hurt. But it was also really exciting that Susan was going toward something forbidden, forbidden, and in this context sexual. As he took off his pants and shirt his hard on throbbed.

Susan hurried to the bedroom. She knew exactly what she wanted to wear. She wanted to hurry lest Eric change his mind. It occurred to her that she really wanted to do this. She threw off her jeans and t-shirt. She had a few items, things Eric had bought her for his kinky fantasies, but she rarely if ever wore, or when it came to the riding crop ever used. Quickly she found what she wanted. She changed and hurried to the bathroom. She checked herself in the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. They both kept themselves in pretty good shape, so her stomach was flat, her legs looked strong. That last observation gave her a chill of excitement considering what she was about to do.

Eric stood in the living room uncertainly, yet with his still stiff cock tenting out his boxer briefs. He heard the sound of heels coming down the stairs. He could see Susan as she came down turned at the landing and faced him. His mouth dropped open. She was mostly naked, her perky breasts uncovered, she had a medium frame, not muscular, really but close to it and not at all flabby. She was wearing knee high, pointy toed black leather boots with a three-inch stiletto heel. Her only other garment was a thong he had given her a few years earlier, partially, but only partially as a joke. It was black and in red lettering it said "BITCH". She had put on the back lipstick she had bought for last Halloween with heavy dark eye shadow. He could see her nipples were stiff.

"WOW!" he murmured, his dick throbbing.

Susan grinned at his reaction and wondered if that hard on would last. She stood with her hand on a cocked hip. "Lose the shorts" she demanded. He quickly stripped off the underwear, swallowed hard and put his hand on the back of an armchair.

Susan stood regarding him, his excitement and obvious nervousness fueled her own thrill. She swept her eyes over his naked body, noted how his hard cock seemed to lose a bit of its hardness under her stare. His hand was on the back of the chair. The chair would add stability she thought and she wanted that. As she stared at him, Susan tried to make her face dispassionate. She was silent and stood there letting the tension rise. He shuffled his feet awkwardly and she frowned at him slightly. His dick wilted some more becoming half hard. She waited an extra moment to add to his unease, then stepped forward toward him with an exaggerated roll of her hips.

"Two steps back" she ordered and he removed his hand from the back of the chair and complied. Eric licked his lips, He was having trouble meeting her eyes, she found that she liked that. Susan felt her like her nipples were hard enough to etch glass. Eric glanced at her breasts and looked away, then at her thong and looked away. She felt like some large graceful predator slinking toward its prey.

Eric looked at the pointy toes of her boots. "You know you're supposed to make contact with the instep, not the toes, right?" he asked timorously.

Suan didn't answer just grinned widely and shook her head. Eric gulped.

She walked up to him so close he thought she was about to kiss him. But then she roughly pushed first one foot then another apart with her boot. She stepped back, looked down at him, then stepped forward again, spread his feet a little wider so his balls hung down away from his thighs. Eric found himself wishing he had drunk more wine. As his excitement waned, hers waxed. Suan could smell her arousal and wondered if he could smell it on her too. She hoped so. If her thong wasn't black, he would have seen a wet spot on it.

"Ok then." Eric said to break the silence in his nervousness which grew with every second. Susan's wide grin seemed predatory now and he wondered what he had gotten himself into.

"OK what" she asked.

'Let's with it." He spoke.

"Get on with what?" She asked innocently and couldn't suppress the huge smile. The lead up to this was way more fun than she could have imagined. She couldn't remember the last time she was this aroused.

"You know" his tone was just a bit desperate. She raised an eyebrow.

"Kicking me in the nuts." He explained in a rush.

She nodded. "Oh, that." She was glad she had forgone any sort of tops. Her nipples were so had rubbing anything would be painful.

"Don't. Move" Susan ordered in a low, firm, authoritative voice. She put a hand on the chair to brace herself. "Close your eyes." Eric looked at her. Susan nodded, confident, in charge. "Go ahead." With a swallow Eric complied.

Susan put one foot behind her and bent her forward knee slightly in a classic kicking position. She slowly raised the foot and gently tapped his balls with the instep. Eric gasped and flinched.

Susan giggled, "just getting the range right, honey" she said, plainly enjoying herself. She could never have imagined how much she was fun this was. She moved a bit, re-adjusted and gently raised her boot again to just lightly kiss his sack. She could see that Eric was taking short, quick breaths and it delighted her.

"All right then" she said and suddenly had a wicked thought that made her giggle again.

"I'm going to count to three, keep your eyes closed." she said, making sure she had the chair under her hand to increase her leverage.

"One" she said and whipped her leg up as fast and hard as she could, slamming her boot int him. Eric who had been waiting for the two and then three grunted a vast exhalation of air and fell to his knees.

"Two, three" Susan said as sweetly as she could. She felt s sudden stab of concern. After falling to his knees Eric continued to collapse. His body kept folding over, his head to the floor. But them his head moved forward and she realized he was kissing the boot she had used to kick him!

She gasped in equal parts delight and arousal. Eric brought his head up and began to stand. But as his head came up, acting on pure instinct Susan grabbed a handful of his hair, keeping him bent over at the waist. She pulled him stumbling to the foot of the chaise and let him stand up, as he came up, she shoved him hard so he fell back on the lounge. Susan had never felt such primeval excitement before. She scooted up his body until her crotch was at his face. Then she ground her wet pussy into him. It wasn't, oral sex as her fucking his face. She was masturbating her soaking sex against him, using her hips to shove herself from his chin to his brow and then back again. Almost immediately Susan could feel an orgasm bubbling up from inside of her. She was so excited, so wet, so ready, it seemed like the harder she fucked his face he closer she came. She ground her hips into him as hard as she could, with abandon. The thought that she was using him as an object to get herself off was almost as exciting as the pressure on her pussy. She squeezed her own breasts. And then, in what seemed like less than a minute she was there. She could feel an explosion inside of her as she came all her nerves on fire, her muscles clenched and she pinched her nipples. Susan moaned "AHHHHH!"

She leaned forward and sat there catching her breath for a moment, her crotch still in Eric's face, then stood up. She looked down at Eric, who smiled up at her, his face red from where she had rubbed so hard against him. She had just used him purely for her own pleasure, a part of her screamed that was wrong, but she was ignoring that voice that urged her to gentleness. She was tigress and she was not satisfied. Susan slid off her soaking thong, she noticed that Eric's cock had gotten hard again. She was glad it seemed like she really hadn't harmed him. She climbed back onto the chaise sideways, pushed at his body until he moved when she wanted him, sideways to her his face at her crotch. "LICK!" she commanded in a voice that brooked no dissent. She not even sure if she was capable in her need and desire to make a full sentence.

Eric dived in with a will. His balls throbbed and his chin was sore from her face fucking, but there was something incredibly exciting at this savage iteration of his kind, considerate wife. He loved the smell of her wet pussy and began by licking gently around her lips. But Susan did not want gentle. She pulled his face into her crotch and she lifted her hips to meet him so he quickly alternated between thrusting his tongue into her, licking her with the flat of his tongue and using its tip on her clit. He reached under her and lifted up her butt cheeks to meet his questing tongue and to lick deeper inside her.

Susan moaned and rubbed her boot against his hard on. She could feel it again, her excitement peaking her orgasm coming like the tide. It seemed like it stayed there for a long time as she wallowed in the pleasure of his tongue, it was like a curling breaker. "Oh yeah" she moaned "Oh yeah!" He flicked his tongue against her clit. "Again" she demanded "like that". He licked and sucked on her clit, then, suddenly the wave crashed down. Susan had never spurted before, but now her fluids shot out across Eric's face.

She lay back as that wonderful wave receded, trying to feel the after effects for as long as possible and catching her breath. Eric planted soft kisses on her pussy, on her thighs and up her stomach. She could feel his dick, hard and insistent on her thigh. Susan moved, dislodging his lips, and stood up. "I need to feel you inside me." she demanded.

With a grin Eric lay back on the chaise. Susan climbed up over hm and steered him into her. His stiff cock easily entering her soaking pussy.

"MMMM, feels good" she murmured.

"Fuck yeah" Eric agreed.

Susan leaned forward and Eric took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it greedily and she moaned in pleasure, the thought of three orgasms dancing in her head.

He bucked up into her feeling and loving her velvety softness. "Oh, yeah" It was his turn to mumble.

Susan sat up on him, their hips moving in unison. She reached back and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. Eric grimaced and flinched a bit and Susan chuckled. She leaned into him. "Sore?" she asked.

"A little" he acknowledged. Susan kissed him hard, their tongues meshing and moving. She could taste herself on him. They kept kissing, fiercely, passionately, tongues dueling. Erics hands moved o her breasts, kneading and pulling lightly on her nipples.

Eric could feel himself getting close, but so could Susan, that wave was starting to come in again.

"I'm going...I'm going to..." Eric gasped. He tried, couldn't keep it back and shot his load into her. Susan felt it spray and ground her hips into him. He stayed there frozen for a second, driving himself up and into her as hard and far as he could. Then he lay back, exhausted and spent. She could feel his cock shrinking and felt a stab of annoyance. She had been so close. But, she told herself not to be greedy she had already had two of the best orgasms of her life, although a third would have been nice.

As Susan slid off of Eric, he pulled her into his arms and they snuggled.

"I'm glad to see you are OK" Susan said.

"Yes" he replied "a little sore, but fine." It was true. The kick had really hurt, but the whole thing had been pretty hot. Susan was glad she hadn't really hurt him but felt a small sense of satisfaction at his admission of being sore. She thought of something.

"When I pulled your hair to get you to the chaise" she began "did it give you a headache?"

"No" he reassured "not at all."

Susan nodded, gratified, but was surprised to find also, mildly disappointed. She put that away for later thought.

They lay there for a while in intimate silence. Then Susan raised up on one elbow. She looked at Eric seriously.