She released her squeeze and lowered a nipple to his lips. He took it between deep breaths, licking and sucking and nipping it gently between his tongue and teeth.
"Suckle," she said, and he did. He'd learned how easy it was to coax his ex-wife's milk from her breasts when she was nursing their kids, and used the same pulsing suction on Suzanne now.
"Oh," she said, surprised but pleased. "Too bad I'm not lactating. This could be even more fun." She stayed there for a minute, then offered her other breast. Her groin undulated, grinding her clit against him but also her thigh against his cock. She reached her free hand to one of his nipples, then pinched, pulled, and twisted until he yelped. His breaths were shallow and rushed. She reached down and slipped the head of his cock into her -- their position was such that she could only squeeze herself around the head and the first inch of his shaft. She felt his response, then reached behind his neck and lifted him closer with just the strength of one arm. He didn't resist much at first, but as he was pulled deeper into her shapely full breast, it covered his mouth and nostrils until he couldn't breathe. She held him there while moving her chest closer and farther away, using her full soft breasts to regulate his breathing by smothering him.
He felt his orgasm rise. "I'm gonna..."
She smothered him again, squeezing his cock inside her, hurtling him to pleasure. The upper part of her heavy breast tickled his eyelashes even as it filled his mouth and nose. He began to struggle for air as his orgasm exploded inside her. She pulled far enough away for him to breathe as he convulsed, helpless in her strong hold and the pleasure she'd forced from him. Then she relaxed, releasing his neck as she slid him deeper inside. He was waning after yet another climax, but she was sliding up and down on him even as her hips rotated and thrust into him. He felt her desire for more.
"I'm not done," she said, her breath coming short. "Remember how you said you always made your ex come first? Well this time, you came without me."
He opened his mouth to protest.
"I know, I forced it out of you. You had no choice, but... I still want mine. Fortunately, I know just what to do about that." She grinned, then quickly rose, holding a hand over her pussy to keep from leaking, spun around on top of him into a 69 position, and lowered herself onto his mouth. "Drink up, my very good boy. And make me come."
He'd come so often in the past hours that it seemed inconceivable that she could make him hard again, but as he swallowed his own issue from her, of which there wasn't much, and licked up and around her beautiful, talented pussy that he'd filled so often overnight, her tongue and her lips and her suction drew more from him than he thought possible. His hands clutched her full, soft, strong ass. Everything about her was overwhelming. He found himself straining deep in her mouth even as she filled his senses. She'd already been close and he felt her pleasure rise, bracing himself for the face-fucking he expected, which is exactly what he received. She tensed and trembled and detonated in pleasure, shouting in ecstasy as she ground herself again and again against the tongue he held out for her. Her power, her passion, her dominance were overpowering, irresistible, and he exploded again inside her mouth. She had almost forgotten and she started sucking in earnest as she felt him come, stoking his pleasure even as she continued to take her own. He didn't produce much cum, but his body felt ecstasy all the same.
Eventually she rolled from atop him, breathing hard and laughing softly. "Fuck, that was good."
He moved the back of his forearm to rest against her ribs, breathing harder than she was even though she'd done most of the work. "Yeah, pretty good."
She giggled. A minute later she snuggled in close. She was so strong, so powerful, but could be so gentle. Lying there in her arms, unexpectedly secure in the comfort of her affection, he felt safe. Protected, even. He was accustomed to being the protective one. If they were to stay together, he wondered how they would adjust to this new balance. He felt himself relax into the realization. "When shall we leave?" he asked once he'd caught his breath.
"First let's get these sheets washed -- they smell like sex and they're... sticky. Ugh. Then we'll shower and cuddle. And maybe nap -- I didn't get enough sleep. I don't want to think about anything else until we're dressed and in the car."
"Car, or cars?"
"Your choice, sweetie. I wouldn't mind one little bit if you wanted to stay longer than overnight. Maybe all week if you're free. You could bring your laptop and plug into my setup while I'm out. You could also... hmm... you could come with me to the gym. Weekends are rest days for me, but two women I mentor there would probably come if I asked. And frankly, you could use the work, both cardio and strength -- I don't want to have to keep holding back. Maybe we could demonstrate some of what we've been doing. It would be good for my girlies. They're both taller than me, so they could get you all the way inside from that last position I put you in. Juli is in her mid-twenties and girl-next-door beautiful. Her glutes are already as strong as mine and we're working on the rest. Betsy is slender but toned, a junior in college. You're stronger, but she has talents of her own, and she is drop-dead gorgeous. Neither has done much martial arts yet, but we're working on that. We could..."
His eyebrow was raised. "You've been holding back with me, you say?"
She laughed. "Yes, honey, I have. You already know how much from when we wrestled, but of course with everything since then, well... I told you I like it rough. You could get pretty cut in a few months with all that testosterone you're carting around. I'll make sure you look so goooooood that all the girls will want to eat up your scrumptious little boy-body."
"I don't want all the girls, Suzanne."
She sat up and spun around so they were face to face. "And I don't want to share you, well, not with many of them. But during my pro-domme days, some of my clients wanted three-ways. I found ways to make them really, really fun. Not so much for me since I wasn't allowed to participate beyond supervising, but I sure wanted to. Later I would frig myself stupid. You might get a few four-ways this week."
He looked dubiously at her.
"Will you at least consider it? Even if only as a favor? My girls could sure use an experience as good as I've been having with you. Dating is tough these days, and not many men can handle women like us."
"I would want to get to know them first. I've always been a one-woman man."
"I can tell. I figure you were always faithful to your ex. And also that she wasn't always faithful to you, at least not toward the end."
He nodded. "I think you're right about that, but I have no proof."
"I'll make sure you get some if you need it, but really, the less you think about her and what she might have done, the better it'll be for you." She hugged him closer. "And for me. Now let's get these sheets clean. It smells like a fucking orgy in here."
"It pretty much was."
She looked directly at him, her expression serious. "Bob, you have no idea what you're saying. But if I have my way, you'll learn."
* * *
"I've been thinking more about this week," Suzanne said after their nap. "You'll choose between staying overnight at my place with us driving separately, or a full week with us driving together, returning here Saturday morning. But about Juli and Betsy, if you spend the week with me, I also want you to consider something else: while Juli has work, Betsy is starting her two-week spring break. I'll ask her to stay with us at my place. When we return here next weekend, I want her to join us and stay the following week with you. Just the two of you. I've been trying to teach her how to be dominant, and I want you to be her practice male. That means for the next two weeks, you would be her submissive in a strict Female-Led Relationship. You would have to do anything she said. You would also be Juli's submissive whenever she's present. Your time would be your own from 8:00 AM to 4:30 PM because I want you to get a lot of work done, but other than that, you will be her pet, her slave, or anything else she wants. Lunch would be on her, breakfast will be up to the two of you to negotiate as equals, which might be a fun break for both of you. I will expect her to also do a lot of reading and studying during that time, both schoolwork and learning about FLRs and what it's like to be a pro-domme. But everything else... Bob, I will ask her to punish you whenever necessary, and even to make up reasons to punish you. Your safe word will be 'oatmeal,' but beyond that, you will be totally at her mercy, and I will instruct her to be harsh. She needs to learn."
Bob looked confused. "Are you..."
"Don't interrupt; I wasn't finished. I want Betsy to get experience being dominant, but I also want you to learn the kind of behaviors I expect from a submissive partner. I won't insist on them when we're alone together -- that's not the kind of relationship I want with you; being a domme is a lot of work -- but I want you to be aware of what my expectations would be if... I didn't want something different. You must also be aware that if we're going to be in a relationship, it'll still be an FLR, just not an extreme kind. I am a dominant woman and I will be in charge. My word will be final. I will do my best to consult with you on every important decision -- you're a capable man and I don't want to diminish you in that way -- but our joint decisions will ultimately be my decisions, not yours."
Bob hesitated.
Suzanne smiled. "You can talk now, sweetie."
He took a deep breath, thinking fast. "Why do you want this kind of experience for Betsy?"
"Her story is a lot like mine was at her age. She gets a lot of male attention, much of it the
