Read the earlier chapters if you want to know what's going on.
The next morning I awoke to an incredible feeling. I moaned as the sensations pushed me into full clarity. My husband had his face between my thighs and it was heaven. When he realized that his ministrations had woken me he looked up into my eyes and smiled before returning to his morning snack. He licked and nibbled on my folds, my lips. He sucked my clit. My juices were flowing. As I thrashed on the bed, getting tangled in the sheets he rose up and entered me with one hard thrust. I screamed as I came and he began to slide in and out of me. His thrusting got faster, his hips a blur as he claimed my sex, my lust, my love. I screamed again, cumming uncontrollably as he stiffened and filled me with his cum.
"Good morning sweetheart" he said with a twinkle in his eye, "Sleep well?"
"Fuck," I exclaimed. "I think I like this alarm clock better."
Gingerly I got out of bed and kissed him as he stood up. We walked to the bathroom and got into the shower together. Soaping each other up playfully, we washed and then dried each other. I headed downstairs to pack his lunch while he got dressed. One more very arousing kiss and he went out the door headed to work. Still glowing from my morning activities I puttered around the house cleaning up. Fresh sheets on the bed, sweaty cum stained sheets in the washer and then off to the grocery store. I was putting away the last of the groceries, thinking about what to make for dinner when the special phone buzzed with a text.
You may use your new vibrator and you are allowed two orgasms as a reward for taking your punishment so well. When you are done call your husband and tell him you are going out and will be getting home late. Do not tell him where you will be. Get dressed up slutty with no bra or underwear and go to the Biker bar down the street from the adult store you visited to buy your new vibrator. Get a drink from the bar and drink it while waiting. Ask the first man to approach you for a ride on his motorcycle. While riding behind him you will flash your tits to at least two passing cars or trucks. Have him return you to the bar and wait for further instructions.
Receiving the text was like a lightning bolt hitting me out of the blue. The awesome sex with my husband this morning had driven my Master right out of my thoughts. Thinking about all the naughty thing I had been ordered to do made me almost cream my panties before I even got the vibrator out. I called John at work.
"Hi honey! This morning was incredible. I wanted to let you know that I will be out late tonight."
"Where are you going?" he replied, "and what am I supposed to do while I wait for you?"
"Think up an appropriate punishment for me being so naughty," I replied. "Maybe a spanking?"
I was giggling as I hung up and pulled out my new vibrator. The phone rang twice as I slid the vibrator in and out of my wet hole. The first orgasm was small but nice. After that I turned it up on high and really worked myself over. I slid it in, pulled out and pressed it against my clit before driving it back inside me. Again and again I fucked myself and when I felt myself at the crest I held the vibrator against my clit and jammed two fingers up my ass. I exploded and it seemed to go on forever. The aftershocks had me shuddering even as I got dressed to head out. A tight T-shirt and short jean shorts should be slutty enough to be following orders.
On the drive over to the bar I started wondering just how far I was willing to go following my Master's orders. He was definitely bringing excitement and incredible orgasms to my previously boring existence and I was excited about the changes in my life, but I didn't want to lose my husband. I wondered what John would think if he knew what I was doing. Would he be excited? Mad? Jealous? Would he think I was a slut and leave? Would he love the new me and push me to go farther? I finally decided that I would trust my Master for now. He had, after all, said he didn't want to ruin my marriage. John had, over the years, suggested I be bolder. I knew he would love to see me dressed like this.
"Fuck it," I decided. Unless I was ordered to do something that would get me divorced I was going to go full steam ahead. This was the best thing to happen to me in years.
