Please Note: Both Roger and Jessica find playing with body fluids (really all of them) intensely erotic and a delightful part of intimacy. If that offends you please just skip to the next story. If you read this and like it I would love to know your thoughts. Plus a plug for queening chairs. Whatever your sexual preferences are they are the most useful fun erotic device ever invented.
"Open your mouth" said Roger, and almost instantly Jessica's mouth was gaping wide with her head tilted back and her bright green eyes shining with joy.
She was sitting on their favorite chair. Often he had sat where she was right now but her work stresses and a bit of discord with family members outside our home had been mounting lately and she needed the beautiful release of temporarily relinquishing all control.
It was a home-made and quite versatile queening chair, though that term never quite felt right, for the chair was a place of varied delights and reciprocal wonders. Made of leather and wood it was well contoured to her ass and hips but with a large area entirely open in the middle so the weight of her naked body caused her rectum and labia to be stretched open and pushed out beneath the chair quite beautifully.
The underside was open enough to comfortably fit his head resting on a pillow with truly amazing access to her vagina and rectum. In that position cunnilingus and analingus entered a whole new world of pleasure for both of them.
Either of them could sit on the chair quite comfortably for delightfully long periods. Roger could get so beautifully deep inside her that those wet sloshy wonderlands of vagina or ass felt almost like he was kissing her from the inside out. Often he would tell her to push out and she would unfurl around his mouth with her pussy or ass in a way that was a paradise of depth and wet bonding for them both.
Roger liked that when under the chair he could swallow all the gorgeous wetness of her arousal and release. Sometimes when her orgasms were particularly strong there would not only be the soaking wet of her arousal and the squirting of her g-spot climax but in her loss of control she would piss or fart.
This always excited him.Sometimes they would quite deliberately make her bladder very, very full before they started playing so at some point while on the chair the desire to climax and the desire to cum got beautifully interfused.
Thankfully he liked swallowing her enough that the first three large gulps were pleasure and the desire to have her warmth and wet flood inside of him carried him through the others. Unless, of course, she had eaten asparagus and that would make swallowing her pee a physical discomfort compensated only by the pleasure of obedience.
Often she would lay underneath to "rim" him while he masturbated (or didn't) though "rim," like "queening chair," seemed to both of them a totally unsatisfactory word. I mean truly, does anyone really just "rim" their partner's rectum without joyfully exploring the wonders inside?
They both adored their mouth-in-ass play, especially when sufficient time and fingers and saliva are used to gradually relax the the anal canal so a mouth can get so beautifully deep inside creating a kind of paradise of warm wetness and inside-out bonding whichever way they played it.
When it's that loose the words "push out" became quite magical. Having ones lover literally unfurl a bit around your tongue and lips and mouth is a sweet, intimate and bonding pleasure like no other. Sublime interfusion. Sometimes he would raise the heat of the thing by using his mouth to squirt saliva into her ass or when it was very relaxed use two fingers to open a sort of cavern inside and make a seal with his lips against the sloshy exterior of her anus blowing air into her. This would almost always result in a wondrously long expulsion of farting as she lost control during orgasm.
He loved her loss of control and she loved the feeling of merging climax with release in any way she could. But today was about D/s and the relief of relinquishing control. She needed it badly and they both knew it.
Their playroom right now was their converted garage. Sex could get as messy as they wanted and clean up was minimal. Plus, when they entertained not everyone would appreciate their explanation of the oversized queening chair in the main part of the house.
The cobalt greenish blue of the walls and dark wood floor floors and the large comfortable red sofa against one wall gave the converted garage a quite comfortable but rather minimal feel. Twelve recessed ceiling lights on a dimmer meant the room could go from floodlight bright to candlelight flickering at the twist of a knob.
The bareness of the room was in stark contrast to the rich tones and plush furnishings of the rest of the house where striking lighting, art and photographs on the walls, and many bookshelves, created a sense of artistry and comfort.
By the time he had instructed her to open her mouth she was already in sub land and since he didn't include anything about swallowing when he sat back on the sofa he took great pleasure at the lake of saliva slowly puddling in her gaping and upturned mouth.
Just an hour earlier they had been face-to-face, sharing a relaxed and enjoyable lunch. But she had known something was up when, again and again, he would refill her glass with ice water and insist she drink it down.
Now as she sat on the chair, head back, mouth open and pooling with saliva and her distended bladder throbbing for release she felt her whole insides churn. Of course, she thought, he must have been planning this the day when he made a meal with exclusively high fiber foods.
