The Vault

Lisa and I met almost 10 years ago and from the first time we met and the way she looked at me up and down and smiled I could tell she was a sexual minx. We would fuck every time we got together. She even fucked me when I was out of foot surgery and so drugged up, I was barely awake.

It was awesome, she came over and made me some food, got me water and then straddled me and rode my cock, squirting all over me, until we both came. I was soaked with her juices, and she was filled with my cum. Then she gathered her things and had to go. She loved my cock, my cum and fucking me. Little did I know at the time, that it wasn't just me, but after reading texts from her past relationship and seeing pictures and videos of her and her ex, I came to realize that she simple loved cock and cum.

At one point she even referred to swallowing her boyfriend's cum as 'yummy', even though it is something she has yet to do with me. No. Suffice to say Lisa just loved or loves cock, cum and being fucked.

Recently, as we've had our struggles we were having a decent evening. Good conversation and some cocktails were being had as we listened to music. Lisa, in our conversations was saying how she missed sex with me and making love together. She wanted to dance, so I danced even though I suck at it. We made out a bit and I could tell she was getting hot. I stopped drinking and started drinking water to ensure I was able to really go for it in bed, but given the conversation, I wanted to make love to her. I love her dearly and wanted to show her what that really meant.

By the time we headed upstairs, Lisa had had a few too many margaritas and I was only slightly buzzed. We got ready for bed and as we did, Lisa rolled over.

"Hey, come here", She said with a slight slur.

"Hey baby, how are you"?

"I'm good, I want you, do you think you can do that", she said with a slight attitude in her voice.

We've had our troubles and one of the things that really brings me down is when Lisa is degrading to me. Talking down or even just being mean. She can be a real bitch that way but when it all comes down to it, she's a great woman, I just don't understand what about me makes her talk to me like that or why she is so angry with me.

As I rolled closer to her, I slid my hand down her flat belly to her mound. God, I wish she would fully shave or wax down there! She doesn't do it because she thinks that I would like it because it looks like 'a little young girls pussy'. Not true at all, and in fact I think she only says that because of trauma from her last relationships. The fact is that at 54 years old and having two kids, her pussy will never look like a young teen's pussy, nor do I want it to. But being shaved and clean down there is glorious for going down on and feels so good.

In any case, I pushed my hands down her flat belly to her pussy folds and she was already dripping wet. I quickly slid two fingers in and began to pump them in and out while hitting her g-spot. Lisa quickly tightened up and started cumming and squirting her juices all over my hand. She pushed my hand away and started to pull me on top of her. As I mounted her, I kissed her neck, slowly thrust my waist forward. I'm a big guy at six foot three and my size is commensurate to that. My seven and a half inches parted Lisas wet pussy lips and slid in. Lisa gasped a little and I pulled out a bit and then pushed deeper. As Lisa moaned, I slowly pumped my cock into her, bottoming out with each thrust. Lisa continued moaning and slowly moving her hips in rhythm with my thrusts for several minutes until we both started cumming. With deliberate, deep thrusts I came inside Lisa as she squirted and moaned.

As we finished, I was thinking to myself how wonderful it was and I had hoped I could wake her up later in the evening to have another round our two, even if she was kind of out of it from the booze. Remember, despite our issues, Lisa has told me she really misses making love to me. Making love!!!

Lisa looked up at me and said, in a slightly slurred and harsh voice, "why were you so tender? Too tender. You need to learn to really FUCK!"

Mind you, she's told me at other times that if I 'fuck' her that she feels like I'm comparing her to a porn start of fucking like it's porn. So, you can imagine my frustration with the mixed messages.

Women are several stage vaults. You know something special is hidden deep within their core, but you must unlock several stages to get to the prize. For men, it's extremely frustrating. With Lisa it was like the first stage showed a glimpse of what was in the vault. That was our dating faze. Where I unlocked the first stage, and we fucked on every date. As we got to know each other better, I figured out the second stage and that was when she offered for me to fuck her ass. When I was gentle and loving she would cum hard even before I pressed my hard cock on her entrance. Then we moved in together.

Stage three is the move in stage. You may still fuck, even do anal, but you just can't quite figure out the lock. In my case that meant no blow jobs, the anal went to a bare minimum and we only fucked about once a week. After a few years, I figured out the combination to that lock, only to find out that it was not the last one and the vault locked down with electromagnetic locking mechanisms that only the best locksmith can break. Again, for me this meant even less anal, still no blow jobs and sex about once a month. I think even with the same individual female, the locks are vastly different for each relationship, continually getting more and more sophisticated.

As an example, and I've mentioned this before, Lisa used to fuck her ex-husband three times a day, every day!! She would suck his dick (I've seen the videos and pictures) and he clearly used to fuck her ass all the time. I actually think that he somewhat trained her to want, need and crave being fucked constantly. Now if I can only figure out my unique combination, I could break open that inner slut, er....vault.

She even used to do things with her ex-boyfriend who also cheated on her and found someone else before they even broke up. He's the one that she swallowed his cum and he would finger fuck her so hard that he thought he was going to hurt her (I've seen the texts) while she was squirting all over him as she came. He seemed genuine asking if his aggressiveness in finger fucking her hurt. To which she replied, 'no, I love it. I need more.'

I also think that with every failed relationship, the combinations to the vault stages get more complex. I mean, Lisa's ex-husband was her first real relationship save for the one she had for several years, through junior high, high school and college. So, when he met her, she was naive and open to anything. He was much older, a sex addict, narcissist and abusive, so she was the perfect clay to mold and do with what he wanted. Thus, fucking her three times a day in every hole and in every way. Then he cheated, they got divorced and she moved on, but with much trauma, baggage and hurt.

Next comes vault number two. Only a couple stages, but after the 'training' she had received, they were like rice paper and easily walked through. By the next relationship or two, the stages get much more intense, and those relationships are short, don't work or whatever because there is so much damage that the vault literally can't open or is so tough, that most people just give up.

Then there is me. Lucky ol' me. The relationship that gets to deal with the mentally damaged person that is no longer naïve and has every stage of the vault entrance guarded with the latest technology. It can be amazing in the beginning but that first stage of the vault is just a glimpse of what is in the vault. Something that is concocted to make you want to try to figure out the combination, but not give up too much in the process to ensure full protection. Then you're hooked.

As a man, and now that I'm older, I really want in the vault. I've seen the stage one, I want the final treasure and I'm patient enough to know that it's worth getting to. If I was younger, maybe had not been through a divorce, I probably would have taken stage one, done with it as much as I could and then said 'fuck it, that was nice, I'm out'. But I'm older now and met Lisa after my divorce. I know it can be amazing, I've gotten past many stages, and I feel I'm at the final stage.

As I mentioned, over the years Lisa and I have had problems. Her not trusting, me getting frustrated and saying mean things which set us back in the vault stages, and round and round we would go. At this point, it's almost been a whole year into our 9th year together. I've not received any blow jobs for years now, let alone her ever swallowing my cum. I've not had anal sex with her this year, and we've only had sex 11 times. Something must change.

We both love each other, and we both know this is worth saving. We have a house, almost a decade together, lots of memories and we both feel there is lots here to save, so we decided on counselling. We've spoken about it before but have only had independent counselling. This time needed to be different. I told Lisa that she should pick the counsellor or counselling center, and she chose one that specializes in sex addiction, porn, cheating and those sorts of things. I suspect this all came from her accusations of me doing all those things even though it wasn't true. Again, trauma from past relationships is coming in to affect my relationship. But I wanted to make sure to figure out the combination for this final stage lock and am thinking that whatever will put Lisa at ease, I'll do.

It began with us seeing separate counselors to try to work on issues. My specific counselor quickly told me that there was nothing he could work with me on. I didn't have an addiction, wasn't watching porn, wasn't cheating and certainly wasn't a sex addict. Lisa took that as me lying to the counselor. The fortunate thing with this institution is that they recommend that when relationships are at an impasse a polygraph test could be a tool to draw a line in the sand, if not, bring things out in the open. In discussion with the counselor, 90% of the time it's the man that takes the test.

As a man, I really had to swallow my pride and see the big picture. I wasn't lying to Lisa; I wasn't doing the things I was accused of and for me this was going to be the last attempt to prove that I'm not the one fucking up our relationship. So, I gritted my teeth and suggested I take a polygraph test.

The test went smoothly and after about an hour and a half I was told that I passed every question with flying colors. When we presented the results to Lisa, she seemed relieved, but also tried to brush it off as not that important. You know the, 'Oh, I always knew you would pass.' For me, it was vindication and a line in the sand.

After the day of the Poly, our conversations were a little tense. Not bad, but almost like we didn't know what to say to each other. I think Lisa felt a little embarrassed, and I felt like saying, 'told ya' so.' The next day, however, I noticed a change in Lisa.

Lisa was now being a little nicer. More kind. Not mumbling mean things or giving me dirty looks. Not the looks I was and am wanting, mind you, but looks that were softer. Later that evening Lisa and I went up to bed and she reached over to me. To hold me and to bring herself closer. Not wanting to push too fast, I held Lisa for quite some time but inevitably had a raging hard on from the lack of sex, physical touch and desire. My cock was so hard I'd swear it was eight inches or more rather than the normal seven and a half. Lisa rolled herself over and pressed her ass against my cock as I held her tight.

After a couple of minutes I let my hand move down her ass and part her legs. Her pussy was like a furnace and the heat coming off it was something that I'd not felt in a long, long time. She was soaked and I quickly slid two finders into her. Lisa groaned with desire and pushed her ass towards my finger so they would penetrate as deep as possible. I pumped my fingers into Lisa fast and deep and she quickly began cumming and squirting all over my hand. Within a minute, she couldn't take it anymore and pushed my hand away, so I rolled her toward me spread her legs and crawled on top of her. Lisa spread herself further apart and pulled her legs back so I could put them on my shoulders. She wanted to be fucked.

All this without a word and Lisa's legs were on my shoulders and I was instantly pounding my hard cock balls deep into her soaking pussy. Lisa was grunting and taking every hard pounding with the desire that I knew she had and had been missing for so long. "Oh, yeeeesssss, fuck me....fuuuuuuck meee", she said as she was accepting and loving the pounding from up above.

After a couple minutes of hard, primal fucking I released my load. A load that had been building up for a month. It was so intense that I began to cramp, twitch as I practically screamed, "Ohhhhhgoooooood!!!!!"

Lisa took my hard pounding with desire, lust and want and after her pussy took my load, we fell asleep in each other's arms. For me this was the first indication that I was on the right path with the polygraph, the counselling and I was figuring out the combination to the final stage.

In the coming days, Lisa and I were more pleasant to each other. No real arguments no mean things said, holding each other every night, but unfortunately, no sex. As a week went by, I could see a few of the past tendencies start to trickle back in, but for the most part, we had made a step forward but then stopped.

I scheduled the couples counseling the next week. As we entered the session, I knew it would take several for us to continue to be on the right road and to fully unlock the final stage of Lisa's vault, but as the session progressed and we openly talked about feelings, concerns, our individual hurt and our desires, I noticed Lisa was starting to fidget in her seat. As I would talk to the counselor, answering their questions, I noticed Lisa looking at me, looking towards my crotch and fidgeting more and more in her seat. As the session ended and we stood up to shake the hand of the counselor, Lisa quickly stood, and I noticed her breathing was erratic and quickened. As we walked to the car, I asked, "Are you ok?"

"No, I'm fine, let's just get to the car."

I can say I was a bit perplexed but didn't say a word and followed Lisa to the car. We got in, I started the car but before I could get my seat belt buckled, Lisa was tearing at my pants. I was in shock. Lisa quickly unbuttoned my pants and my cock, which was now starting to rise quickly sprung out at her. Without a word Lisa had her mouth around my cock and was sucking it hard, bobbing her head up and down. She was sucking my cock like she had been starved for years. Like she was trying to suck my soul out through my dick. She immediately started going deeper and even as my cock hit full mass, she opened her throat and deep throated the whole thing. I knew she could and had done this but only from the video and pictures I had seen. And her ex's cock was much smaller than mine. Lisa continued to suck hard on my cock and deep throating it until I just couldn't take any more and with that, I pumped a couple weeks of cum deep down her throat while pumping my hips up into her face. I hadn't had a blow job in a car in decades and certainly never one as intense as this. Lisa didn't spill a drop and when she was done, she sat up with a glaze over her eyes. "Get me home, I want you to fuck me", she said.

Not much was said on the way home but when we arrived, the dogs were quickly put outside, and we were up in our bedroom. Lisa immediately stripped down and told me to undress and sit on the tantra chair. My cock was so hard it was almost painful, and the 45-minute drive home was ample time for me to recover from the soul sucking blow job. Lisa mounted my waiting cock and began to slam herself as hard as she could onto it. I was thrusting upward with all the strength I could muster and as Lisa would slam down, her juices were splattering all over us. Lisa was truly fucking me, and I was fucking her both with reckless abandon and with as much force as possible. As Lisa began to cum, she lost all control of her rhythm and froze. I kept thrusting upward and as her orgasm ripped through her body Lisa came with more fluids than I'd ever experience. She was sitting on me, and I slid my arms under her knees, raised them up, driving my cock as deep as it possible could go inside her and I came with what felt like the most cum I had ever released. It was intense. We sat there for a couple minutes to catch our breath and as Lisa stood to go to the bathroom, a massive amount of our fluids rained down on top of me.

Counselling was good. It was clear that after just one session, Lisa was feeling more confident, secure and trusting in our relationship. The sessions, combined with my results from the polygraph were working and I thought the vault was now wide open. Boy was I wrong.

Over the coming week, between our second session, Lisa and I fucked almost every day. Usually when we went to bed, but on a couple of occasions, I just stepped behind her in the kitchen and fucked her from behind. As the second session day came, Lisa and I were driving to the meeting and in the middle of the drive, Lisa just lowered her head and sucked my cock. She swallowed all my cum and when she sat up she said, "I just thought it would be fun to have your taste in my mouth during our counselling session and for you to know I taste you."

I was in shock and could only smile and node. The second session was even deeper. We talked about more hurt, I tried to be even more open and show more of me (which is tough for any man) and I really wanted us to continue on our path of healing. Getting back in the car, I was half expecting another intense blow job, but nothing happened. Lisa just sat in her seat, looked tired and said that she felt it was a really good session. When we got home, I went about doing some stuff in the garage, but got a text from Lisa about 5 minutes later. 'Cum upstairs'

I didn't pause I came straight in and went upstairs. Lisa was laying on the bed fully naked, her legs spread wide open, she was rubbing her clit and had set out her extra-large dildo on the bed. "I need you to fuck me with the dildo." She said.

This was very different. She 'needed' me to fuck her with the dildo?! I didn't hesitate and quickly came next to the bed, grabbed the dildo and slowly started to insert it into Lisa's waiting pussy. I'm big, but the dildo is huge, and it was tight going in. Lisa moaned, but also relaxed and her pussy lips opened, accepting the monster. I paused and started the dildo's vibration as Lisa let out a load moan and "Oh god, yesss."

"Fuck me harder!"

"Harder!"

"God Yes, fuck me!"

Lisa was practically screaming as I pumped the giant dildo in and out of her, pushing every thrust harder than the last. Lisa began to shake violently and sprayed her juices with each thrust. Finally, she asked me to stop and as I did, Lisa said, "I need your cum."

She pulled me toward her, and onto the bed, and as I rolled on my back Lisa went down on me. No hesitation and not pause she deep throated my entire shaft and sucked me until I came deep into her throat filling her stomach. After the intense session. We laid there exhausted.

With each counselling session, Lisa has become more intense wanting more of my cock, my cum, and me. Deep and hard in her ass, fucking her pussy, the giant dildo in her pussy while I fuck her ass. Bending over the tantra chair, fucking hard. She rides me hard and I'm getting more blow jobs on the way to anywhere than I can even say. Suffice it to say, I'm releasing at least two loads a day in any one of Lisa's holes. She begs me to fuck her every day, to use the dildos, to suck my cock. Lisa has truly changed, opened herself and released the inner slut to me. I guess you could say that at this point, the final stage of the vault is wide open, and I'm keeping it full of my cum.