Flowers In Her Hair Ch 12

Morning After

The next morning, Victor awoke to feel his wife's soft hands caressing his face. He stirred slowly out of his erotic slumber. The early morning sun was shining through the curtains. "Victor, my love, how did you sleep baby?" she asked gently. Victor peered at her. She was already showered and dressed in a summer dress, make-up and hair done up nicely, but it was her beautiful eyes that completed the picture for him. The post-orgasmic glow on her face felt dreamy. She looked radiant, and Victor wanted to reach up and kiss her, but was reminded quickly by the ropes of his constrained status.

"I slept dreamily -- I was in heaven" he replied, "how was your night with Brad?"

"I'll tell you, but first let me take care of something," as she fitted his chastity belt back on while he was still flaccid. Clicking the lock shut, she started to describe the night of passion with her ex. "Victor, last night's experience was out of this world, beyond words - he took me to a place sexually that I could never have imagined was possible."

Victor's eyes brightened. He groaned as his cock grew tight against the chastity belt. He wanted to know more. She released the ropes. He stood up, stretched his body to relax, and gave her a loving hug. "I am so happy for you that you enjoyed it. I love you more than ever."

"I love you too, darling!" she replied.

"Where is Brad anyway? Did he leave?"

"No, of course he didn't leave! What kind of question is that? He's showering."

"Tell me more," he begged, "What do you mean by a sexual place you thought 'not possible'?"

She paused thoughtfully, smiling, "Not possible, meaning not possible with you." This was the ultimate blow to Victor's ego, but it gave him great pleasure to hear his wife say it, acknowledge it, and to bring a kind of closure to his darkest and inner most desire to submit. Linda was confident that her husband wanted to hear all the details. She took care to be sensitive, but firm and honest at the same time. "Victor, I don't feel guilty telling you all this, because I know how much you enjoy hearing about the thrilling experiences. Do you really want to know more?"

Victor straightaway confirmed that he wanted her to be 100% truthful, that he could handle it. Linda paused to compose her thoughts. "Honestly, Victor, the sex was absolutely exquisite, powerful, intense. I needed it so badly too, a manly man to fuck me properly. His penis is considerably bigger and thicker than yours -- I loved the shape of his dick, the fat mushroom head, the musky smell of it, the taste of it, his hardness, and he lasted forever...he had the stamina of a stallion. My pussy is sore from getting rammed by his cock so many times, but it felt so heavenly."

Victor reciprocated, "Of course, darling. I heard the sounds, the gasps, the headboard banging, the moaning. You're not the only one who didn't get sleep. I don't need to hear any more."

Linda teased him some more anyway. "Well, I had to take advantage of the opportunity...you understand, right husband? That I needed to get laid, and not by my frilly French Maid husband"

"I understand. Can I ask how many times you did it?" She smiled at him. Brad came out of the bathroom just then, dressed and ready, sporting a confidence bordering on arrogance. The pride of his sexual conquest showed as he winked at Victor.

Linda broke the discomforting scene, "Ok, listen, Brad and I are going to get some breakfast. All that sex has made us very hungry. Husband, you can join us too when you're ready. But before you can change out of your outfit, you need to finish your chores. I want you to hand wash my panties. Also, tidy up around the room like a good maid! Then you can change and join us, ok?"

"Yes, of course," he replied as she tossed the used panties to him.

The couple walked out as Linda smiled and said, "See you soon! And make sure you scrub those panties really well!" Before she closed the door, she looked back at Victor and gestured three fingers, presumably indicating how many times they fornicated through the night. Victor stood, holding the lacy black panties. They were heavy and wet. He peered inside and saw firsthand the sticky remnants of their sexual activity. The entire crotch area was soaked with her lover's semen. He proceeded to soak the panties and clean up the apartment.