PROLOGUE: The following is a fantasy based on an X-rated dream I had after falling asleep while awaiting my husband's arrival from another late night at the office.
Prior to climbing into bed that night, alone and naked, I reminisced, and romanticized, about the severe spanking I submitted to as part of my college sorority initiation, which awakened my inner-spanko.
I fell asleep that night with two fingers in my tight vagina and my thumb pressing on my clitoris, feeling extremely wicked and lecherous, and lusting for my old sorority president, whom I had not seen since her graduation and our subsequent last spanking and mutual masturbation liaison four years earlier.
We were not lovers, although we spent a lot of intimate time together during my first and her last year of college.
She would lock her bedroom door and bend me over her knee, both of us naked, and spank me until my backside was crimson red and I was howling in pain and orgasmic pleasure.
Many times I reached my first couple of orgasms while still bent over her naked knee!
Our sessions turned both of us on so much, we regularly watched each other masturbate furiously afterward, as soon as I had my crying under control.
I could not even imagine sitting down to masturbate after one of her spankings, so I became adept at standing in front of her in a pose similar to the tree in yoga: one foot on the floor, thighs spread, and the raised foot resting on the opposite knee. My years of gymnastic training taught me excellent balance, and this position allowed easy access to that which needed my attention most!
With her still sitting in her chair, or on the edge of her bed, we pleasured ourselves while alternately looking at each other's face and hands, getting ever closer to lift-off. Without needing to discuss it, we could sense the other's arousal, and use it to fuel our own, so our orgasms could occur simultaneously.
My pet name for her was "Taco" because I said her genitalia resembled a taco, and she called me "Ten" because I earned ten additional spanks with her paddle on my naked backside each time I made that lewd comparison, which I have to admit was often!
This was a couple of years before I met the man who helped me understand my own sexuality, and later became my husband.
These events and more are described in the story, "How I Became a Spanko," right here on Literotica!
But back to this prologue. As I mentioned above, the following fantasy is based on the dream I had that night, as sleep overtook me, waiting for my husband while lusting for Taco, certain I would eat her taco ravishingly if I ever met her again.
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I try to ignore the doorbell. My husband is at work, and I am lying on my side in bed, naked and masturbating slowly, enjoying the warm afterglow of the huge load of fresh semen resting in my lecherous belly, and the radiance of my bright red backside, my favorite way to start any day!
Morning fellatio is not an unusual occurrence in our marriage; I just love swallowing a nice, fresh mouthful of yummy semen before beginning my work day! And I feel so sexy all day long, knowing my husband's load is in my belly, and recalling how it got there, as I perform the mundane tasks my job requires.
My morning spanking, conversely, was a rare treat! My husband only spanks me in the morning if I have a day off, which is not very often, unfortunately. As much as it turns me on to lay naked across his lap and get my backside reddened, even on work days, the next eight hours, sitting at my job, becomes difficult, and yes, we have tried this, several times!
On such occasions, after a typically thorough spanking, my work day tends to be the opposite of typical. I excuse myself for more breaks than a cigarette smoker, hurry off to finger myself in the bathroom while standing with one foot on the toilet seat to give my tender backside a break from sitting, and then try to ignore my co-workers when they claim to have heard whimpering sounds coming from behind the locked door!
The doorbell takes me out of my lustful daydream for a moment.
I am not expecting any packages, none of my friends know I have the day off, and I am getting oh-so-close to my second orgasm of the morning! But something, call it serendipitous intuition, or just dumb luck, lulls me out of bed, into an over-size T-shirt, and heading, barefoot, in the direction of our door. Before I am half-way to my destination, the doorbell rings again, followed by a few gentle knocks.
I glance through the peep-hole, careful not to give away my presence in case it is someone selling something I do not need, and cannot believe my eyes!
Almost pulling the hinges out of the doorframe, I tear open our front door and stand face to face, for the first time in four years, with my old sorority sister Taco! She is wearing a pretty pink floral-pattern spaghetti strap sundress that clings seductively to her voluptuous figure, and she looks absolutely delicious!!
