Dessert Is Served
"I can't believe I married such a pervert."
That was Margo speaking to her husband Adam. They have been married for going on eight years. Over the course of their marriage Margo developed this habit of testing the limits of Adam's willingness to please her, and doing so with increasing regularity. Somehow, no matter how much she pushes those limits, she hadn't found a line he won't cross.
No matter what, he always did as she asked because successes were always rewarded with unlimited time licking her pussy. And multiple orgasms brought about by his talented tongue was one pleasure she wasn't about to deny herself.
It has all started out with tamer, fun stuff like blind folds and tickling, quickly moving on to light bondage. During which he was required to not only lick her pussy, but her asshole too. Light bondage turned into hogtieing and anal probing. When they would be out shopping Margo might drag Adam into a corner, massage his dick until he was fully erect then drag him out by the hand with a visible tent in his pants. That game evolved into him wearing some formfitting pants, getting him fully aroused then sending him out to ask a sales clerk for assistance. As an additional challenge he was to not let his erection fade, but maintain the obvious bulge while holding the attention of the uncomfortable clerk.
At some point she would supervise as he shaved his legs and crotch then had him put on stockings, suspender belt, and panties to wear under his regular clothes just so they could go out for the night clubbing. Knowing full well that after a few drinks he would need to empty his bladder but would have to do so in the stall rather than a urinal. The next step was timing these potty breaks so it would take place at this dive bar with no doors on the stalls, just so someone might see his undergarments.
Her next challenge: Sending him into Victoria's Secret, ask for assistance and buy a full complement of ladies lingerie, all in his size. While she skulked around elsewhere in the store she was shocked when he even volunteered to be professionally measured for a bra. And wouldn't you know, his boner bulge was visible the entire time.
When they got home, and while Adam wore his new purchases, Margo received some extra oral attention. While she was enjoying a few extra orgasms, Adam had a rather intense orgasm of his own, creaming into his panties.
More than a few times Adam spent the day on his hands and knees, completely naked as Margo's pet dog, "Rover." Naturally, Rover loved his master and showed affection by licking her feet. She would have him play games on the floor, fetch things for her, and otherwise entertain her. As Rover he also ate and drank from bowls on the floor. And when Rover needed to do his business, day or night, Margo attached a leash to his collar and took Rover, still naked of course, into the back yard so he could do his business outside just like any other pet dog would do.
The games only got weirder and more challenging. But it seemed no matter how embarrassing or demeaning she made it, Adam would pull it off with little to no complaints. Just what could be his breaking point, she wondered? What would it take? To what degree of embarrassment, how much did she need to humiliate him before he cracked? More than ever she was determined to find out.
We, along with Margo, could speculate. But maybe this could best be told by Adam himself...
Almost from day one, my wife began calling me "little pervert." What's odd about that is that she is the one with the wildly erotic imagination. Always able to come up with new sexual variations and games for us to play or act out. From the beginning my job was to be the experimental guinea pig for each new exploit.
Now, to be honest, if there is a sexual slant, it's not much of a chore, really. Hey, I'm a guy: I love sex! I love anything that even remotely involves sex. As such, I often delighted in trying out each new challenge -- no matter how nasty, dirty, or risky. Why? Because once I have successfully completed my task I get to spend time between Margo's legs, tasting her sweet pussy.
It's true, I may not have cared very much for every game or dare. There were a few I found truly distasteful. Well, at least that is what my head was telling me. However, no matter how dirty or gross things have gotten at times, there was this other smaller part of me that refused to deny an intense arousal factor in these things. And that arousal could not be hidden -- powerful erections always ensued. At times it was difficult to tell if Margo was only testing to see if there was anything that would NOT stimulate my libido. If there was, we never found it. Thus the nickname: little pervert.
Unfortunately, in more recent years, everything -- besides our sex life -- had been slowly going down hill. It happened so gradually that neither of us really noticed until one day over breakfast we both had to admit that we no longer loved one another. We didn't hate each other, but it was decided that living together wasn't really living.
As it turns out, about a year before this discussion to separate and divorce, Margo informed me that on some nights, every now and then, she had gone out with, and had sex with, other men. "Better equipped men," as she put it. It turned out, I was, and had been, a cuckold for some time now and didn't even know it. WOW! What a news flash.
Hurt: Yes. Surprised: Well, not really. You see, one of my flaws (besides having a small dick) is that I'm guilty of being naïve and a little slow to pick-up on the obvious. But this was a pretty big detail to have missed. How could I not have known this had been going on?
Well, evidently, she had to have cleaned herself by the time I got into bed. That must be the reason her infidelities had gone unnoticed. At least that's what I had to tell myself.
Did I call her a whore? Throw her out? Or at least beg her to stop? The answer to them all is; NOPE. Working the swing shift at the casino, I never got home before 2 am, which left her alone all evening to entertain herself. So how could I fault her for this? Obviously she had made sure that these "dates" with other men never interfered with our home life. And while I wasn't home she was getting that something I unable give her.
What else could I do but give her my blessings to continue? Not that I could have stopped her. The thing was, once I had been let in on her extracurricular activities she no longer even tried to hide them from me. Often my day would start off between her legs while getting the lowdown on her most recent sexual escapade. She didn't hold back either. I heard if the guy was a decent lover or not; how well hung he was and so on. And wouldn't you know, this little pervert experienced more delight than jealousy from her tales of debauchery. Also, sometimes she wasn't so careful about cleaning up either. Because now I could taste and smell the unmistakable faint hints of the condoms that had been used.
Embarrassingly, she once even made me an accomplice to advance her wandering ways. The previous two weekends at a local flea market Margo had begun flirting with, "this really cute guy." But he refused do anything with a married woman -- that is, unless her husband told him directly it was okay. So there I was, having taken a detour on my way to work just so I could stand before him, an admittedly cute looking guy, just so he could hear me giving him the go-ahead. Sheesh!
As for whether condoms were always being employed during any of her conquests, there was never a need to ask about that. From day one she made it abundantly clear: birth control pills gave her problems, therefore condoms were a requirement. As long as we have been together even I always wear one for intercourse. (Finding ones small enough to stay on is sometimes a challenge. 'Regulars' almost always slip off and get left behind just after I ejaculate.)
And then there was that one evening, my night off, while we were watching TV, when Margo suddenly got up, went to the other room and made a phone call. Next thing I know she has her car keys in hand and is heading out the front door. "I'm going out for a little bit," she said matter-of-factly. Before I could respond she was gone.
A little under an hour later she returned. As she came in the door she looked a little flushed but had a sly smile on her face. She stepped out of her shorts and even from across the room I thought I detected a damp spot in the crotch of her panties. Saying she had something to show me she sat on the edge of the sofa and told me to come over to get a closer look. I was up in an instant.
This wasn't rocket science. She wanted me to lick her dripping pussy so I did as she suggested. Hey, I love and live for licking pussy so I eagerly complied. As I knelt down in front of her, she leaned back and parted her knees. Gazing between my wife's legs she confirmed the obvious, telling me she was very wet. "Touch it," she said. "Tell me what you think."
Her panties were indeed quite damp and slippery But it was the sexual aroma that wafted to my sinuses that was the strongest I could remember. Sure it was exciting to see how wet and horny she was but the intensity of that aroma instantly drove me wild with lust.
After telling her how much I liked seeing and feeling her wetness, she just smiled a very satisfied smile and said, "I don't know why, but got the idea to share this with you." Seemingly enjoying the sensation of my massaging fingers Margo closed her eyes as I squished the liquid puddle in her crotch.
Knowing just how much she liked my pussy licking skills I saw my opening and took it. However I was inspired to be a little creative. Her eyes still closed I decided to demonstrate just how much I craved her secretions. Even before removing her panties I began licking and nibbling at them. She flinched. Surprised by my unrestrained oral attack, her eyelids flew open. Then with a crooked smile said, "OH!!! Well ... okay! Dessert is served!"
As I began to lick, the intense flavor and the thickness of her juices stunned me. It was so thick I could hardly draw it through the soft material. My mind numbed from the aroma and taste. My tongue retrieved more from where it had leaked around the leg bands. It seemed so erotic for her cunt to be so full of hot fluid, and for me to be sucking so hard to draw it though the material and into my mouth. She just moaned with pleasure while parting her legs further. But the longer I licked and chewed at the crotch of her panties the hotter and more lust filled I became.
She then lifted herself just enough to slip her panties from under her butt, peeling the crotch from the well matted hair surrounding her pussy, saying, "Here, you'll get more this way." Eager to get even more of her wonderful sauce, I helped her remove the wet panties from her legs.
The crotch and seat of the panties was awash in sweet and musky fluids. But this was no time to closely inspect what I held in my hands. Impatiently, I put the puddle to my nose and lips smearing the cream about as I inhaled deeply. She beamed when I did that.
"Wow!" The excitement in her voice spoke volumes. "I wasn't sure you'd really go for this."
[
If she liked that
,] I thought to myself, [
wait till she sees this!
] I put the slimy crotch of the panties into my mouth and began sucking the goo from them. I was overcome by the way this potent sauce inundated my taste buds and thoroughly coated my throat. My wife squirmed with delight and said, "I knew you were a pervert but...," trailing off in a satisfied daze.
