Dear Readers,
Thank you all for continuing to follow this story. I can hardly believe that I have been writing about these two for three years. I'm saddened that it is getting near the end. My goal is for you all to wind up satisfied that these two are on the right footing in their relationship.
Once we reach that point, I will feel comfortable bringing their saga to an end.
mich80new
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Leif got so deeply inside her head sometimes, it was scary. Before they met, she never thought she'd find a man who could satisfy her the way she satisfied herself, but Leif had proven her wrong. She also never knew she could trust another soul to understand how much pleasure holding off her orgasms until she could not anymore, gave her.
But this shit he was doing to her now, this was some next level pleasure. It was one thing for her to edge the orgasm again, and again, until she could no longer resist, but another thing altogether for him to be in control of her orgasm. How many nights had she lie in bed awake as a single woman, masturbating furiously and fantasizing about a man taking control of her orgasms like this, tying her up, no less, and not letting her come unless she was a really, really good girl.
And Leif had tenderly learned from how to please her from her first, tentative explorations into sexuality, feelings and desires that she'd first been ashamed were juvenile, and he'd gotten to the heart of some of the things she really desired deep in her heart, but was too shy to express. And after she revealed herself to him, he'd reassured her that her desires were not juvenile, or abnormal, nor were they anything to be ashamed of. He made her comfortable with her blossoming sexuality!
She wanted to belong to Leif. Wanted to pleasure him. Wanted to be his toy, wanted to be dominated by him, and for him to allow her to come in the sex swing- but only when he said.
The realization that she was about to get what she'd longed for since she was a teenager made tears of gratitude flow to her cheeks.
But soon, Lynne was thrashing her head about in sheer lust while Leif edged the feather deliberately so that it made teasing contact with both edges of her lips, and the hood of her clitoris but it would not hover there long enough to help her climax, just long enough to keep her on the edge of a delightful feeling.
She moved her hips upward in the swing to get more contact with the delicious, warm, tingly feeling of the feather.
Leif looked at her with playful disapproval.
"Now you've only been in the chair five minutes baby girl. I don't think it's near time for you to come yet, little missy," murmured Leif.
"No, No sir husband, I'm so sorry," moaned Lynne.
She moved her hips downward and gnashed her teeth. It was going to be so fucking hard to be good, and come when only when he said. Harder than she thought. Lynne's entire body ached with desire, her nipples ached, and her clitoris was swollen with pleasure.
She looked up at Leif's hardened, rippled chest, seeing his sweat, and she wanted to taste it.
Before she realized what she as doing, she leaned upwards in the sex swing, licking around his sexy torso, and the fine patch of blonde hair.
Leif looked at her, and his beautiful, piercing blue eyes widened with a wolf like stare. He grunted, and flared his nostrils. Her leaning up in the chair and licking him like that had apparently really aroused him, and here she was all tied up and helpless. The thought of her riling him up and then him continually having her, like she was his dainty little toy, all tied up was endlessly arousing for Lynne. Her stomach clenched with desire the same way it did when he took her on that delightful trip to the fair and she kept riding higher and higher in the Ferris wheel.
"Mmm, does my sweet little wifey like to use her mouth on her man," he crooned softly.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, thrusting her head back. Lynne looked at him and nodded, submissively.
She let her jaw go slack. She wanted to send the message to him, clearly, that if he wanted to use her for his pleasure, and wanted her to suck his cock, that she would submit to him, but she did not want to appear to eager and break out of character.
She nodded timidly.
"God, such a sweet, pretty mouth," groaned Leif.
He stood over her, with his cock head right above the indentation of her chin dimple, not close enough to touch Lynne, just hovering over her.
Lynne quickly remembered her one hand was free, and she moved her hand from behind her head, near the restraint and lifted his cock out of the waist band of his pajama pants, tugging at it harshly and bringing it toward her eager lips.
When she did this, Leif looked both surprised, ravished with pleasure, and pleased, and Lynne's heart glowed, knowing she'd pleased her man, causing a reciprocal feeling of emotional pleasure to accompany her sexual desire, making her love for him so deep. It caused her to lack an understanding of how women could give themselves so physically to men they felt nothing for. Each nasty thing she did with Leif she loved him more, especially when he looked at her like he was looking right now.
She caught him so off guard he chuckled loudly with lion like pleasure, breaking a bit out of his slightly aloof dominate role he was playing in.
"My, sweet, beautiful little freak," he grunted.
He tousled her hair adoringly, and she didn't even have a chance for her full emotional pleasure to register before she had clamped down adoringly on his rigid cock, loving the full hot feeling in her mouth, and how it twitched with delight and pleasure with each of her firm sucks.
She moaned with pleasure on his cock head, her panties moistening at the sounds of his masculine pleasure.
Her pussy fluttered with the need to be used by her husband and his big, thick, cock.
She fully understood now, that in her single years, the sexual relief and temporary respite she'd felt while playing furiously, alone with her sex toys had indeed been folly. Nothing was as fun and delightful as a flesh and blood man, her husband. And perhaps most importantly, what made the toys the most exciting was the fact that he was using them on her. It was a fact that made tears stream to her eyes, the fact that, even though she was sure that he would continue delighting her with the toys in each way imaginable, she couldn't wait to feel the organic things he had to give her pleasure, his fingers, his tongue, and lastly his hard cock. And, how she enjoyed, and adored using the organic parts of herself to bring him pleasure. She could be his special, baby girl, and his angel and she could make him feel feelings with her mouth and pussy he couldn't get anywhere else. More special than any lover he'd ever had before, a bond that could never be broken!
Lynne looked up at her husband and felt a warm surge of pride in her heart. His beautiful blue eyes were opened, but she couldn't see the blue of his eyes, because he had completely rolled them up in his head, enjoying the pleasures of her eager mouth, grunting.
"Mmm, shit, you're such a good wifey, Lynney! You suck it so good baby," he panted.
He was stroking her forehead, and she felt him push her forehead back a little forcefully, and she jerked her head backward a bit in response and then realized that he was stopping her from sucking him until he came.
When she looked up at his cock, It was angry pink, straining with pleasure and the need for release.
He traced his cock luridly around her lips.
He was panting with heated desire.
"Mmm, gonna save that come for your pussy, I know you want it deep in your tight pussy baby! Maybe if there's any left, I'll let you swallow some if you're a good wife," he grunted.
"Oh baby please, I'd like that, I want you to come in both my holes," she murmured submissively.
Lynne didn't even know where she'd gotten the filthy language, but it was true, and after they trained her anus to take him, she wanted him in all three holes!
"Damn baby I might have to gag your pretty mouth, when you talk like that, I almost think I could jizz without you touching me. You are such a pretty, kinky little thing, and I like it when you talk dirty to me! That's why I married you, and why I love you so much I feel love sick when I look at you sometimes," grunted Leif.
He tucked his hardened cock back in his pajama pants as best he could, his hard on sticking back out through the waistband.
