Empty House on Prom Night

 

You can’t believe it. You feel like just last week you were walking the kids to school. Holding the hands of your son and daughter as you crossed the neighborhood streets.

But standing in front of you is your son, a high school senior, wearing a tux. Your daughter is a sophomore, wearing a beautiful lilac dress that your wife helped pick.

You are taking photos with your phone as your wife keeps trying to make small adjustments to their outfits. Straightening a tie here, adjusting a flower there. They look so grown up.

A sedan pulls up and your daughter’s date gets out. He is a nice boy, who has been to the house before. When your daughter mentioned going to the prom, you really hadn’t thought about it. Her date looks good wearing his tux. You have him stand by your daughter and take a few photos. His cumberbun and tie are the same color as your daughter’s dress. They look cute.

“Dad, Mom said I should take your car.”

You are about to protest when you see your wife give you a slow nod from behind him.

“Oh. Ok. Remember to take it easy. If you want to pull the top down…”

“Yes Dad. I have helped you do it many times. I’m ready to go pick up Gwen. I should be home shortly after the dance ends.”

You give him the keys to your car, and he turns and hugs his mom. “Thanks Mom. See you later.”

Your daughter and her date get into his parent’s sedan and drive off. You slowly wave.

“So why did I give our son the convertible tonight?”

Your wife gives you a side hug. “Because it is a two-seater. If I let him have the SUV, then..” 

“He and Gwen would have used the backseat.” You give her a quick kiss.

Inside the house, you transfer the photos from your phone to your computer. Your wife leans on the desk, looking at them as you do. “They really look good.”

“Yeah. I wonder if I would have looked like that if I went to prom?” you say in an absentminded way.

“Wait a minute. You didn’t go to your prom either?” your wife says.

You look at her. “No. I wasn’t dating anyone back then, and I really didn’t dance much. What’s your excuse?”

She straightens up. “Pretty much the same. You didn’t know me before college, but I was a late bloomer.”

You stand up and hug her. “I’m happy that I have you regardless of when you bloomed.”

She gets a strange smile on her face. “We have the house all to ourselves for the next few hours.”

“Do you want to go upstairs?” You ask with a grin.

“No. Let’s dance instead.”

You look at her for a moment. “Are you sure? Just turn on some music and dance right here?”

She frowns for a moment. “Oh, never mind. It was just a crazy thought.”

You quickly take her hand and pull her to you. “No, my love. It is a beautiful thought. I don’t think we have time to dress up. But how about we imagine what the other would be wearing.”

“Can I put on some music first?” She asks.

“OK. Should I pour us some drinks?”

“Sure. As long as it isn’t that ginger ale with sherbet that they used to do at the school events.” She says going over to the sound system in the den.

“God. I had forgotten about that. What was it about ginger ale or lemon-lime soda in a punch-bowl with a block of sherbet in the middle? It wasn’t only the school events, but I remember church youth events doing that too.” You say as you mix a couple of rum and cokes. Heavy on the coke and light on the rum, just in case you have to drive anywhere later.

You hear one of your CDs. Music that was popular back when you were in school. Your wife is already slowly moving to the song. You hand her a drink. “Your refreshment, Madam.” You say in a formal tone.

She sips it. “Oh, you’re a naughty boy. You spiked my drink.” She says in a tone of mock horror.

“I thought that maybe it would help put you in the mood and I’d get lucky.” You say with a wink.

She sets it down on an end table and puts her arms around your neck. “You might not need it. I’m already in the mood.”

You set your glass down and put your hands on her waist. You both move gently to the music. 

Her body feels so good in your hands. “What color would you have worn?” you ask her.

She thinks for a second and then whispers “Pale blue like my panties.”

You close your eyes and picture her wearing a strapless, pale blue dress. “With or without the ruffled petticoat?”

She again leans into you and whispers “Without, to give you easier access when we sneak out of the dance.”

You hold her tight, as you dance to the music. The song ends and another begins. “What did you load on?” you ask.

“I picked Hughes movie soundtrack and put it on random.” She says with a soft sigh.

“You are such a clever minx.” You say. As you hold her body against yours, you start to get hard.

“Mmmmmm Someone is having fun. How do I look in the dress?”

“You look ravishing.” You say and then describe the form fitting, pale blue, strapless evening gown you are imagining her wearing.

“Mmmmm Strapless, so I don’t have a bra on? What kind of girl do you think I am?”
 “Maybe you have a strapless bra or bustier on under the dress?” you respond in a playful tone. “Is that the kind of girl you are?”

She thinks for a moment, and then gives you a wicked smile. “Back then I wouldn’t have had the guts to go strapless, but if it turns you on that much, maybe I should change for real?”

“Maybe we should sit out the next song, drink our drinks and get to know each other better?” You respond.

“Oh, but you are my date, and I already know you so well. You picked me up wearing a tux with a pale blue tie and cumberbun. My parents took pictures of us and we came here in your father’s convertible.” She says, explaining her fantasy.

You kiss her and hold her tightly. “Why don’t we just skip the rest of the dance and make love on the couch? We have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours still.”

She nods and kisses you.

You both finish your drinks as you move to the couch. The music is still playing as you slowly unbutton her spring frock that she has worn all day. Underneath you see a pale blue bra. “Matching bra and panties? How nice.” You say and kiss her. You undo her bra as you kiss down her neck. You feel her unzip your fly and opens your pants.

You continue kissing down her chest. “Your breasts have grown so nicely over the years.” You think back to how she looked before she had both kids. Her breasts were smaller, yet firmer.

“Do you still love them after all these years?” she asks with a sigh.

You cup both of them with your hands and roll her nipples with your fingertips. “They are so lovely and tasty looking.” You then lick around her right nipple and suck it firmly.

You feel her grip your firm shaft and stroke it.

Sucking her nipple harder, you also pull her left nipple, so she lets out a moan of pleasure. You release her left nipple and slide her dress off her shoulders.

She helps pull it down and then raises her hem up to her waist.

You stop sucking her nipple and look down at her panties, seeing a damp spot at the crotch. “I see that you are enjoying yourself too.” You say in a deep tone and then move down between her thighs. Her panties are not anything special or sexy, but just seeing how excited she is, turn you on even more.

Putting your hands under her legs, you kiss the inside of her right thigh. Softly kissing, then licking with the tip of your tongue and teasing her as you lick closer to the damp material. Using just the tip, you work your tongue up and down, moving the fabric so it rubs her wet pussy lips.

You slide the gusset aside as she spreads her legs wider. Slowly you lick up and down her wet pussy lips, licking around and between. She reaches down and puts her hands on your head. “A teen-aged boy wouldn’t know how to do that.” She says with a purr to her voice.

“Maybe there are advantages to being older.” You comment before you suck her clit. A maneuver you didn’t know about until you had been married for a few years.

“Mmmmmm Yes. Just like that.” She says holding on to your head.

“What don’t high-schoolers know how to do that?” you playfully say and then suck her again and hum so the vibrations from your mouth travel through her.

“Damn, my college…. boyfriend….. didn’t know….. how to do that.” She says gasping in pleasure, as you slide a couple of fingers into her wet and ready pussy.

Between the humming of your mouth, the suction on her clit, and the thrusting of your fingers, you bring her to a quick climax.

You remove your fingers from her, and suck the juices off of them. “Yes, a prom date probably wouldn’t have done that to you.”

She pulls you closer and kisses you. “Should I show you what I would have done to a prom date in the front seat of a car?”

She still has her dress on her waist as she pulls your pants and underwear off and has you sit. Your hard dick is standing in anticipation. She gets on her knees in front of you, grabs the shaft and starts licking around the tip.

You pat the empty spot on the couch next to you. “Shouldn’t you be here? In the passenger seat, leaning over me to do that?” You ask playfully.

She smiles up at you. “Of course. We are in your father’s convertible..” she gets up, kneels on the couch, and leans over your crotch. “The top is down, and anyone might catch us.”

You imagine the scene in your mind. OK, it’s your car, and it is the kind of thing the two of you did around the time the kids were born. But it is exciting to you just the same. Your cock is really hard just anticipating her wet, warm mouth.

“Mmmmmm, you like the idea of being caught here in the prom parking lot.” She says and starts licking and sucking you.

You place one hand on her head and slide the other one behind her and under her panties. As she licks, sucks, and strokes you, you slowly finger her ass crack and her slit.

“You are still so wet. I hear that good girls like you, want to remain pure for their future husbands, so you take it in the ass instead.” You say in a soft slow tone.

She takes you fully in her mouth. The tip of your cock feels her throat. “Damn…” you gasp.

She pulls you free and strokes it. “You are thinking of those girls who go to religious schools. They wear those plaid skirts and keep their pussies pure by doing anal. I go to public school.” She strokes you harder and then sucks your balls.

“Ohhh…. God… that feels…so good… but maybe…..I should…. be dating… one of them?” You try to say playfully.

She then sits up and straddles you, feeding your wet, lubed shaft into her waiting cunt.

“Don’t you want this instead?” she asks in an almost serious tone.

As she lowers herself on to you, she feels so good. You love when she rides you. Her breasts are rubbing against your shirt, so you pull it off and feel her soft, full tits rub across your bare chest.

You kiss her as she grinds against you. “You are my date… my love…. and always will be.”

She rides you harder and faster. You grip her ass cheeks as you try to thrust into her. “Yes… that’s it… Cum for me…. My prom date.” She says.

You try to thrust and hold it inside of her. You feel your cock unload inside of her. She then keeps rocking back and forth. “Give me a minute to finish too.”

You know how sensitive her nipples are, so you suck one, and pull the other. “Mmmmm….Ooooooo…Yessss…” she says as you feel her pussy pulsing around your softening dick.

You realize the music has stopped. You both kiss each other deeply and then hug tightly, feeling your hearts beating against each other.

“Do you think we should have gone to our proms?” You ask.

As she climbs off of you and gets fully undressed. “No. I think our fantasy prom is more than what we need.” She then kisses you on the cheek. She takes all of her clothes in her arm. “If you really want to fuck my ass, give me a little time to prep it. It’s been years since we last did that.” She smiles and winks.

You get up off the couch and realize that there are wet spots and cum drips. You pull up your pants and get some upholstery cleaner from the cleaning closet.

As you clean up the mess, your wife comes back wearing her bathrobe and nightie. “I forgot about that. I’m glad the kids didn’t come home and find stains on the couch.”

“Yeah. When I’m done, shall we watch a movie and have some ice cream?” You ask.

“Sure. I have just the perfect movie in mind.” She says with a wink and smile. You watch her walk over to the CD rack with all of the R-rated movies and grabs a raunchy “sex comedy”.

With the couch cushion all cleaned, you get up and kiss her on the cheek. “What will the kids think when they get home?”

“That they have weird parents who watch trashy movies together. Isn’t it what old married couples are supposed to do?” 
 “I don’t know. I’ll tell you when I feel like we are an old married couple.” You respond and get changed.

When your daughter gets home, she finds you both on the couch snuggled up to each other. “Gross. Get a room.” She says like a typically teen.

You kiss and continue holding each other.

You hear your car pull into the drive way and your son walks into the house. His tie is undone and his tux jacket is over his shoulder.

“Did you have a good time?” your wife asks.

He smiles. “I did. I’m tired. Can I tell you about it in the morning?”

“Of course. We’ll go to bed too.” You say, turning off the TV.

“Prom night is a special night.” Your wife says.

You grab and kiss her hand. “Yes it is.”

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Saturday with the Family and Music

It is just another Saturday morning. Before you start running errands and go shopping with the family, its “Saturday Morning Chores”. Something you and your wife agreed to when you first got married, during the week keep the place clean and orderly, and on Saturdays, do the hard cleaning; bathrooms, floors, laundry, and anything that you don’t need to do daily. When you were first married, the little apartment you shared was easy to clean, and you put on music to help keep the mood up.

That was a decade ago. Two kids later and a house in the suburbs, you still start off Saturday morning doing chores. The kids are getting to a point where they can help a bit now. So as they are putting their cereal bowls in the sink, you start cleaning the bathroom. Your wife puts a load of laundry in the washer and then cleans the kitchen. As you are bleaching the toilet and wiping down the faucets you hear her turn on music. The kids cheer and you hear them putting away toys and books as they sing along.

Before the kids were born, your wife might have picked something a little sultrier and more sensuous, but she picked one of the Postmodern Jukebox albums. You laugh to yourself at that. They kids love them because the tempos are “so old time”, and they like to dance as they clean. The lyrics of some of the songs are very sexy, but the kids never notice.

As you scrub the sink you hear “Listen Girl, I’m not like all these other fella’s” as Wayne Brady sings his version of “Thriller”. A Cab Calloway style take on the old MJ hit. Your kids are clapping and singing with it. As you finish the sink and move to the tub, you are moving your hips in tempo and singing.

Soon the song switches to “Bad At Love” performed by Amber Eyes. A “runaway bride Jazz”-style cover. You go to the kitchen to get the mop, and see your wife swaying back and forth as she wipes down the cupboards. You place your hands on her hips for a moment and sing along and then whisper in her ear, “You’re not bad at anything my love.” Then you kiss her cheek and take the mop into the bathroom.

“Daddy, can I vacuum?” your son asks. “All our toys are up. I’m big enough to do it.” You set the mop down and look at the living room. Everything is off the floor.

“Ok, do you know how to do it?” you ask as he plugs it in. He pushes the handle release and then the power button.

“Yep. Mommy showed me.” He says with a grin.

“Ok, ask if you need help.” You say as you go back to do the bathroom floor.

“Daddy, can I help mop?” your daughter asks, standing by the bathroom door.

“No baby, but have you dusted in the living room?”

“I’ll get the swizzer and do a good job.” She says heading for the mop closet. You hear “Crazy Train” by Jennie Lena and think “Yes this place is a crazy train.”

When you finish the bathroom, you rinse the mop and bring it back to the kitchen for your wife to use. 

You hear yelling from the living room. “Daddy told me to use the swizzer to dust!”

“I got to finish vacuuming first. It’s a Swiffer not a swizzer, dummy.”

“Mommy said don’t call names.”

“Don’t be a dummy and I won’t.”

“That’s enough! What’s going on?” you yell.

They both stop, as the music “Million Reasons” keeps playing.

“He started it.” Your daughter says angrily pointing the dust mop at your son.

“Uh-uh. You started it. I was vacuuming and you started dusting where I vacuumed.” He says defensively.

“He called me a dummy.” She starts to respond.

“Stop! Both of you.” You sigh for a second, and then look at your son. “You are the older one. You know better than calling your sister names. Are you done in here?”

He lowers his head, “Yes, Daddy I am.”

“Ok. Apologize to your sister and put the vacuum away.” Then you turn to your daughter. “Did you finish dusting?”

“Uh-uh Daddy, he wouldn’t let me.” She says, her head bouncing in tempo to “Despacito”.

“Ok, Baby, finish dusting and then go to your room.” You say, without realizing that you are also moving in tempo with the song.

You look in the kitchen and all that is left is for you to mop it. Your wife must be down in the laundry room. You mop slowly swaying in tempo to Kenton Chen singing a torch song version of “Look What You Made Me Do”.

As you finish you hear a wolf whistle from behind you. “Yeah, Shake your money maker.” You hear your wife say. She has the laundry basket in her hands. You move in an exaggerated motion, using the mop like a dance pole, for a second.

“Do you need help folding those?” you ask.

“Sure. Finish up and join me in the bedroom.” She says with a smile.

After hanging up the mop, you wipe your hands clean and go the bedroom. “And… We… Can’t… Stop…” you hear the opening strains of the acapella version of “We Can’t Stop”. Your wife is singing along as she sits on the bed folding clothing. 

“And…We….Won’t…Stop.” you respond as you help fold. Both of you are happily singing along as you get to “This is our house….this is our room…”

The kids quietly walk in, humming as you both are singing loudly. They take clothes from the basket. Your son folds his socks and underwear. Your daughter hands you one of your wife’s bras, which you take still singing “We own the night…” and hand it to your wife. When the song ends the basket is empty and there are four piles of clothes.

The kids take theirs and put them away.

Your wife leans in and kisses you. “If they weren’t here right now, I would show how much I want you right now.”

You hug and kiss her. “Maybe later, Love.”

With all of the chores done, you all load up and run errands. There are a couple of stores you have to stop at and get things for the week. Your wife reminds you to go to the craft store for things the kids need for their end of the school year projects. You nod, thinking “Glitter, glue, construction paper, crayons, markers, and everything that makes a mess.”

Then to the grocery store to stock up for the week. Juice boxes, pounds of ground beef, macaroni, and of course more of those stupid frozen nuggets. The kids point and squeal, “Daddy, the dino shaped ones!”

But you grab the family sized bag of the regular ones, because they are on sale. The kids make an “Awwww” sound, but your wife says, “Maybe next time, if you are really good.” Which brightens them up.

As you fill up the back of the car, your son points out that the Ice cream shop at the end of the block opened up. You look where he is pointing and see waving flags reading “Season Opening” and “Welcome Back”.

Your daughter grabs your pants leg, “Daddy, Please. We helped real good today. Ice cream.”

Your wife smiles as she closes the back of the car and grabs the empty cart. “Take them and I’ll follow in a minute.”

You take your son in one hand and your daughter in the other and walk down the block. “I scream….You scream…. We all scream… for Ice Cream.” You all laugh and sing.

Inside, it is just like last year, lots of bright colors and a dozen or so flavors. Your son begs for a bowl, but you tell him that you are just getting cones for everyone today. He nods and quickly says “Chocolate” Your daughter says “Cookie Dough”, your wife walks up behind you, placing a hand on your ass. “I think I want Rum Raisin.” You look at the list of flavors, “I don’t see it, Dear, You’ll have to pick something else.” You think back for a minute, something about when your daughter was conceived, both of you were eating rum raisin on the living room couch and you went from eating ice cream to eating each other. “They have Black Cherry, or Mint Chocolate chip” you comment.

“If I get the Black Cherry, will you get the mint? Then we can have a lick of each other’s.” She winks and smiles. Yes, she is in one of those moods.

On the drive home, the kids happily lick their cones and drip ice cream all over the back seat. You knew it would happen, which is why you will wipe it all up when you get home.

Your wife holds both cones as you drive. She puts one to your mouth to lick, and then the other. At a stop light, you look over at her as she is seductively licking around the tip of each one.

“Are you enjoying them?” you ask playfully.

“That’s not fair, Mommy is eating Daddy’s ice cream.”

“It’s okay. We are sharing. See.” Your wife says as she holds a cone to your mouth again.

“There are times I am glad I don’t have a ‘vanilla’ wife.” You say in a soft tone.

“If I can get the kids down for a nap, I’ll show you.” She responds.

Once you are home, everyone helps carry in groceries, then you wipe down the back seat and the kids’ car seats, to keep things from getting sticky.

When you walk in, your wife is washing the kids’ hands and telling them to put a movie on in the living room. You head straight for the living room and pick a Disney film. You know that if you let them pick, they will fight and argue but if you have one already selected, they will sit quietly and watch. They sit down on their cushions. You hear microwave popcorn popping and then your wife comes out with two small bowls and two juice boxes.

“Thank you, Mommy,” your daughter says. “Yes, Thanks Mommy” your son replies, never taking his eyes off of the animated characters.

Quietly you both head out of the room and creep to your bedroom. Silently you close the door and lock it. She kisses you. You taste both flavors of ice cream on her.

“I thought we were going to wait until bedtime?” you ask.

She takes off her t-shirt and bra. “Maybe you want to wait, but I want you now.”

Her nipples are so beautiful and perky. Perfect for sucking on, but she isn’t waiting for that as she strips off her jeans and panties. She backs up onto the bed, pulling you along.

“We are going to have to be quiet.” You say as she sits on the edge of the bed, her legs spread open.

“I think I have a better use for your mouth, than listening to you talk.” She says as she pushes you onto your knees and pulls your face between her legs. You smell her excitement. Gripping her hips, you slowly kiss the inside of her right thigh. Slowly, softly, kissing your way inside her thigh, moving closer to her damp pussy.

“You are teasing me.” She whispers, “That’s not fair.”

“I’m being quiet.” You respond and use the tip of your tongue around her damp lips. Then you have a wicked idea. You put your mouth over her clit, and hum “We Can’t Stop”.

She grabs handfuls of your hair. “Damn that feels good.”

You shift your hands so you grip her ass and alternate humming and licking. She starts quietly singing along, but she changes some of the words, “It’s my body, we can do what we want…. It’s my body we can say what we want….It’s my body, we can love who we want……we can kiss who we want, we can live how we want.”

You stop licking for a second and whisper. “I like that.”

She is so wet and tasty. She was probably distracting herself to keep from cuming too quickly. “Stand up…I want to see how hard you are.” She whispers back.

You do, unbuttoning your jeans, pulling out your mostly hard dick. “Is that good enough for you?” you whisper.

She leans forward, licks the tip and then takes it in her mouth. She starts humming where she left off with the song. The vibrations move through you and you put your hands on her head. “La da di daddy..I like to party…We’ll do whatever we want….This is our house, this is our room…” You try to quietly sing. She grips your shaft and balls. She sucks you firmly for a moment. “Damn, do you want me to cum in your mouth or your sweet cunt?”

She stops sucking. “Fuck me now.” She says in a low growl.

She lies back as you lift her bent legs and rub your tip along her very wet and open lips. You thrust into her, gliding in so easily. Between her excitement and saliva on your cock, she is ready for you. Normally you would take your time, but you remember that the kids are only watching a movie, so you go fast, hard, and deep. She bites her lower lip as she grips a nipple with one hand and uses the other to rub her clit.

“She won’t last long.” You think as you grip her tighter and fuck her harder. You are breathing harder, but you keep your mouth closed tightly to try not to make noises.

You feel her pussy tighten around you as she orgasms, stifling her noises by putting a hand to her mouth.

“Yes, cum for me my love.” You say in a loud whisper, as you thrust and hold it. Your cock spasms inside of her, filling her with your hot jizz. You are both sweating a bit.

“Join me in a quick shower.” She says as you slide your softening member from her.

“Good idea, It gives an excuse why we are naked.” You respond as you grab bathrobes for both of you from the hooks on the back of the door.

Barefoot, you both quietly leave the bedroom and peek in on the kids. They are still watching the movie, but it is close to the end.

“Mommy and I are going to shower. You enjoy the movie.”

They both make a distracted “Uh-hu” sound.

Your wife starts the water. “We better make this quick.”

“I agree. Just washing, no shower sex.” You nod.

“This time” she says with a mischievous grin.

“I love Saturday’s like this”. You say as you hand her a washcloth.

(Thank you to Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox for inspiring this story. This was taken from the songs on ‘Jazz Me Outside, Pt. 2’. If you haven’t heard their versions of the songs I described, you really should. If you enjoyed this, leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next week.)

Return to the Estate - Part 5

 

The Lounge, is still set up as you remember it last time, with a number of sofas, couches, and chairs. She leads you to an L-shaped couch, and stands at the inside corner. You notice Mr. Emerald follows along and sits down on a recliner which is placed opposite from it, giving him a perfect view.

“As the winner, you do as I say.” She says it in a soft but commanding tone. It is strange to hear it coming from a woman that you are so much taller than even in her heels.

You both nod.

“Good, then undress me.” She says.

You and your lover both go for the buttons on the side of her dress. At first you both reach for the top button, but he quickly moves to the bottom one instead.

You slowly unbutton each one, meeting in the middle. When you unfasten the middle one, the wrap around dress falls open. She is completely naked underneath.

Her small breasts are so firm and her dark nipples are so hard. She allows the dress to slide off and land on the floor. She steps out of her heels, then sits and spreads her legs. Her nicely trimmed black strip accents her pussy so beautifully. She looks at both of you. “Mr. Ruby, get on your knees and work your way up. Ms. Ruby, Kiss me and work your way down.”

Without a word, you lean forward and kiss her lips. They are soft and warm. Softer than Mr. Ruby’s. You kiss her neck, then slowly work your way down her small chest. You feel a small hand delicately moving up, under your skirt. She softly rubs the fabric of your panties against your pussy.

“Mmmmm your panties are damp. Have you been waiting for this?” She asks in a seductive tone.

As you kiss the top of her right breast you hum “Mmm Hmm”.

You hear a soft kissing and licking sound below you. “And how hard are you, Mr. Ruby? Should I see or let you continue?” She asks in an almost purr.

You look down and watch your lover lick her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. You adjust yourself to give her fingers better access to you as you lick around and suck her hard nipple. Her fingers rub you harder and you move your hips back and forth.

She stops and lifts your head. “Let me see you.” She says to both of you. “Strip.”

She leans back into the corner of the couch and watches as both of you get naked. She gasps a bit when she sees your hard pink nipples. “Such lovely breasts. And you have a very nice cock.” She says turning to your lover. “Which do I want first? Mmmmm”

You hear a voice behind you. “Honey, Why don’t you suck his prick, as she licks your pussy.”

Glancing back, you see Mr. Emerald’s pants are off, but his shirt is still on. His short but thick member is in his hand, as he slowly strokes it.

“An excellent suggestion my love.” She responds, getting on all fours on the couch. She motions for your lover to sit on the armrest and for you to get behind her.

“She definitely has a swimmer’s body”, you think, feeling her firm ass and thighs. You slowly lick up and down, tasting her. She is so wet, you don’t know if it is all her or also your lover’s saliva. You don’t care, as you reach around and rub her clit and thrust your tongue into her. She is moaning as her mouth is full. Your lover grabs handfuls of her long black hair as he thrusts into her open mouth. She is enjoying it. Soon she moans and you feel her cunt pulse against your mouth. Her taste is different but pleasant.

She pulls your lover from her mouth. “Get the condom on it. I want to ride you now.”

You noticed that on the small end table there is, just as last time, a bowl with condoms in it, like a candy dish. You grab one, open it and roll it on Mr. Ruby’s hard cock.

She then has him sit in the corner, as she straddles him and lowers herself. Her pussy looks so open and ready as she fills it and rides him. “Come here.” She says to you in a gasping tone. You move closer, and she grabs your round breasts. She clamps her mouth on the left one and sucks firmly. You feel the vibrations of her moans move through your body. You rub your clit. You want to cum too.

“Yes…Play with yourself… as he fucks her…..Yes… I want all of you to cum.” You hear and see him stroking himself faster. The dark purple head is so shiny from precum you almost want to lick it. You feel her fingers thrust into your pussy, as you are still rubbing your clit in small fast circles. “Yes…that’s it.” You aren’t sure if you said it alone or if everyone said it, as a wave of pleasure moves through each of you. The air is almost electric as you all orgasm in quick succession.

She hops off your lover and pushes you down on the couch. “I must taste you.” She says as she licks you to another quick orgasm.

For the rest of the hour, you each rotate who is the center of attention. At one point you are being fucked by your lover as you are licking her pussy. Mr. Emerald stays in the chair the whole time, stroking and cumming a few times.

Soon you are all satisfied and tired. The used condoms are in the small waste cans under the end tables. The staff silently set out bottles of water and towels. You wipe yourself off and dress. Mr. Emerald helps Ms. Emerald with her dress and then kisses her passionately. “You were sexy and erotic as always, Honey.”

She hugs him tightly, though with her heels back on she stands taller than him again. “And you my love, enjoyed watching. I was waiting for you to break our deal and join in.”

You take a sip from a water bottle and then ask, “What deal?”

Mr. Emerald smiles and answers, “I made a bet with my Honey, that I would be able to watch her make love to two people and not join in.”

“He could masturbate, but he had to stay in his chair.” She finishes.

“And what was the prize?” your lover asks as he stands, wrapping his arms around you.

“It was a small friendly wager. When we go home, she has to cook for a week, wearing only what I allow.” He says with a lecherous grin.

“Which is better than what I would have had him wearing if I had won.” She says and kisses him again.

“I enjoyed this but remind me to not gamble against you again. You two do it a lot more than we do.” You say placing your hands on your lover’s.

“Of course. But you were an excellent prize. Don’t you agree?” she asks.

“Yes, but next time, just ask.” You respond with a wink.

When you get to your room, you kiss your lover again. “They are an interesting couple.”

“I agree. Maybe tomorrow we see if Mr. Emerald want’s to play before we leave. Would you like to switch and swap with both of them?”

You nod, and put your arms around his neck. “So, what are you thinking? Me swallowing his short fat schlong, or him fucking me doggie style?”

“I was thinking more of a square formation, making sure that everyone was properly filled.”

He says with a playful smile.

You look into his eyes, noticing that he looks more relaxed and pleased. “Babe, do you feel better? After all of the stress of the week?”

He nods. “This was a wonderful idea Dear. If you want, I can ask Mistress to keep our room reserved for weekends. Not every weekend but say one weekend a month or so?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” You say as you lead him to bed and sleep in each other’s arms.

(That was the final part of Return to the Estate. I hope you fully enjoyed it. Please leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, please follow and subscribe. See you next week with a new story.)

Return to the Estate - Part 4

 After lunch, you both walk around the grounds. You are so impressed by everything you see.

When you get back to the main house, your lover grabs your hand and asks, “Want to go for swim?”

“Sure. That sounds like fun.” You respond.

You put on the bikini, because you might lay out later, and enjoy the sunlight pouring in through the glass patio surrounding the pool. Your lover has on a pair of mid-thigh shorts, but once you set your towels down on lounge chairs, he pulls the shorts off, revealing a dark red and white speedo.

“Wow! I didn’t know you had those.” You say looking at how well it looks on him.

He winks at you, “I thought you would like them.” And then dives into the pool. You move to the edge of the pool and notice that there is a lifeguard sitting in an elevated chair. What catches your eye is he’s wearing a blue and white striped one piece that looks like it’s straight from a museum. “Not quite 18th century, but they probably didn’t have swimsuits back then.” You think.

The cool water feels good on your skin as you dive in and swim down and back.

“Shall we race?” You hear a voice ask from above you. A woman with a green and white striped one-piece, that is snug against your thin frame, along with a deep green colored swim cap. She dives in over top of you, swims down to the bottom and then breaks the surface. She slowly swims to the edge where you are watching. Your lover swims over too.

“Hi, you mentioned something about racing?” you ask.

“Yes, Down and back.” She answers.

“What’s that?”

You turn to your lover and say, “Ms. Um..”

“Ms. Emerald. I just asked your wife, Ms. Ruby. If she wanted to race down and back.”

He extends his hand. “Hi. I’m Mr. Ruby, and we’re not married, yet.” He says with an easy tone.

“It doesn’t matter, you are together, regardless.” She says with a smile, shaking his hand.

“Ok, Ms. Emerald. Down and back.”

“I’ll say when.” Your lover says. You put your feet against the side of the pool and hear “Go” and push off.

You never really competed, but you have always enjoyed swimming, so you kick and pull yourself though the water at a quick but steady pace. When you touch the far side, you notice you are ahead by only a little, so you push off hard and swim faster. When you touch the starting side, you dunk your head to help cool off, and realize you are breathing hard like just finished a good hard fucking.

“The winner!” you hear your lover say as he takes your hand and holds it above your head.

Ms. Emerald touches the end, dunks, and smiles as she comes up.

“You swim well. Would you like to go again and this time make it more interesting?”

Her dark eyes almost twinkle as she asks.

“Make it interesting, how?” you ask, as you lean against the side of the pool.

“If you win, you get Mr. Emerald, after dinner.”

“And?”

“And if I win, I get you both, and Mr. Emerald gets to watch. Mr. Ruby, how does that sound?” She winks at him.

You try to remember if you saw Mr. Emerald last time. You think he was a short, fat man, but you remember that Ms. Topaz enjoying him. Or maybe it was Ms. Garnet. But either way he is probably talented at giving pleasure. You look over to your lover, “So, do you want to spend time tonight with Ms. Emerald after dinner? If I win, you can, while I’m busy with Mr. Emerald and….”

“And if you lose, then we’ll both be busy with her. It’s your call, Dear. I’m up for anything.” He says with a sly grin.

Looking over at her, you take a moment to imagine what she look like beneath that one-piece. You “swung both ways” in college, but until you came here, you really hadn’t fantasized about being with a woman. You shake your head to clear the thoughts and extend your hand. “Deal”

She shakes it, then places her feet against the wall, and grabs the edge.

You do likewise and your lover yells “Go!”

This time you push yourself a bit harder, focusing on getting to the end.

When you touch the side, you turn and notice she has already started back.

You push off as hard as you can, and try to get a fast rhythm with your arms.

As you get close to the end you hear a voice yell. “Winner”

Then you touch the edge and look up. Your lover is standing out of the water, with the lifeguard next to him. They both reach down and help both of you out of the water. 
 “Ms. Emerald is the winner.” The lifeguard says, as if he is the official judge.

Your lover wraps a towel around you. “You did great, but apparently she is a regular in the pool.”

Ms. Emerald also dries off. “Then I will see both of you at dinner…..And afterwards.” She says in a sultry tone. “By the way, It’s hard to glide through the water, with breasts like yours. I can’t wait to feel and taste them.”

She then leaves, removing her swim cap and shaking out her long glossy black hair.

“I feel like I was conned.” You say, though not in a disappointed way.

“Let’s go shower and clean up. Dinner will be in an hour or so, Ms. Ruby.” Your lover says, kissing you and leading you back to the main house.

After showering together, and playing so as to arouse but not climax, you both dress in something casual. You lay out the dark red flared midi-skirt, and a white blouse on the bed. “Babe, should I go ‘commando’ or wear something to accent my features?”

He has on a pair of dark red briefs, before he pulls on a pair of black jeans. “Dear, I love when you wear a thong that cover your sweet pussy but still shows your sexy ass. That top will show how excited you are if you don’t wear a bra. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

You think it over and grab the black thong. The last time you were here your thong was lost. You don’t care if you lose the black one.

He pulls on a polo shirt that matches your skirt. “There, I think we are ready.”

You hear a knock at the door, a member of the staff announcing that “Dinner is ready, please come down to the dining room.”

As you close the door to your room, you see Mr. and Ms. Emerald leaving their room too.

She is wearing a green, silky dress with white flowers, and a high slit. Her long back hair hangs down her back, accenting her Asian features. Mr. Emerald is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, dark green with green, and a pair of khaki slacks. In her heels, Ms. Emerald is a little taller than him, making her look long and lean to his short and wide. They are an attractive couple.

You politely wave at them, and she waves back. Your lover grasps your other hand and leads you down to the dining room.

Instead of the one long table last time, the room has a number of smaller round tables set up. Each has two chairs. You notice Mistress sitting by herself at a table, sipping a glass of sparkling wine. You notice that her table only has one chair, as she stands up.

“Bonsoir, Mesdames et Messieurs, Pick whatever table you wish. Tonight we have roasted duck or salmon, along with potatoes or rice, and your choice of steamed vegetables. It is a simple meal, but one that I hope you will enjoy. Bon Appetit.”

As you sit you notice that tonight the Rubys and the Emeralds appear to be the only guests. You are a little disappointed by that. You were hoping the Mr. and Ms. Sapphire were here. Even though you will be with Ms. Emerald tonight, you would enjoy spending time with the Sapphires too.

Before the staff takes your order, you have an idea. “Babe, how about I get the duck, with rice, and you get the salmon with potatoes. We can sample a bit of each.”

“Good idea.” He says as he takes your hand.

The dinner was amazing. The food was so delicious. You had some sparkling wine, and some water. You didn’t want your head spinning when you went to the “playroom”. From time to time, while you were eating, you glanced over to the Emeralds. Each of them would wink or smile at you. Ms. Emerald licks a spoonful of cream from her potato, in a slow and seductive way. You aren’t sure if that is for you or your lover. Either way, you are a little turned on, and you feel your lover slide his hand under your shirt and caress your thigh. This goes on for the entire meal, building your excitement and anticipation.

When your plates are taken away, you hear Mistress tapping her glass with a fork.

“It has been brought to my attention that there was a friendly wager in the pool today? And that Ms. Emerald won the bet? Is all of that correct?”

You hold up your water glass, “Oui Mistress. You are correct.”

Ms. Emerald is holding up her wine glass too. “Oui Mistress, I won, and they agreed.”

“Messieurs, you also agree?” She asks the men still holding her glass.

Both of them stand and hold up their glasses. “Oui Mistress” they say together.

“Bien. I normally do not involve myself in such matters, but I wanted to ensure there was no coercion.”

“No, Mistress, even though I didn’t know that Ms. Emerald was a better swimmer than she led me to believe, I was not cheated.”

“Bien, then let us toast to an enjoyable night and you may move to the playroom.”

“Cheers!” Everyone says and empties their glasses.

You step away from the table, and before you can grab your lover’s hand, Ms. Emerald grabs each of you.

“Shall we enjoy ourselves in the Lounge?” She says squeezing your hand and leading the way.

(I hope you enjoyed this. Please return for the final part tomorrow. I apologize for the delay, but I hope that you enjoy it and find that it was worth the wait.)

Return to the Estate - Part 3

 

It’s Friday and you are filled with anticipation for tomorrow. Even though you are at work and trying to focus, your ass is a little sore from last night and your mind keeps going to the Estate. Just before lunch you get a text from your lover. “Dear, I attached a link from Mistress. Please open and respond when you can. Tonight we can go shopping for what we need for the weekend.” He closes it with a heart emoji and a clasped hands emoji.

You are intrigued but you wait until lunch, because everyone is on their phone in the break-room.

When you sit down and open your salad container, you click on the link. A webpage opens with a Notice in front. You quickly read “Welcome, honored Guest to The Estate. You and your partner are encouraged to enjoy your time here.” You scroll down, past the usual “travel brochure” kind of information, until you read in bold “Only Couples May Stay. You arrive together and you leave together. Any disagreements or arguments will be taken off the grounds.” You scroll down a bit further. “All outfits will be color coordinated with your assigned gemstone color. If in future visits, you both wish to change to a different color, that can happen if one is available. For Weekend Guests, all outfits and clothing will be either black or white, with gem color accents, or the gem color predominantly. All clothing will be modern. Historic Period Clothing is worn by the staff only.” You find some of this a bit odd, but you know that it is an exclusive place so they are allowed to have a few odd rules. At the bottom of the form you see the digital signature of your lover and a place for yours next to it. “Please sign and submit. By signing you both agree to all of the rules of the house, and are subject to penalties for violation of those rules.”

You digitally sign and submit.

You quickly get a text back from your lover, “Thanks Dear. I appreciate you finishing that. I’ll meet you at your place tonight and we can go shopping.”

“Shopping for what?” you text back.

“Clothing that is Ruby colored or Black & White with Ruby accents.” He types.

“Were they serious about that? Those are the only colors we are allowed tomorrow?”

“Yes. See you tonight. Gotta go”. And he closes again with a Heart emoji and a clasped hands emoji.

When you are back at your condo, you quickly look through your closet and drawers. Black bra and panties, and of course white ones too, but you don’t have any that are ruby red, aside from the half cup bra and matching garter belt that goes with your Ruby dress. You still have no idea where your G-string went. But aside from that dress and matching lingerie, you have nothing that is “ruby” colored.

You hear your front door open. “Hi, Dear. Ready to go shopping?” He calls.

“I guess so.” You respond as he walks into the bedroom, looking at the dresser drawers you have left open.

He walks closer and hugs you tightly. “Don’t worry. Let’s go, and I will buy you everything we need for the weekend.”

He takes you to various stores and boutiques. He buys you a few different dresses, and even a pantsuit that you can use for work. Both a bikini and a one-piece. The bikini is ruby red color but the one piece is striped black and white. He also takes you to a jewelry store where he gets you a ring, and matching bracelet and anklet. “These are your accents for when you are wearing very little or only black or white.” You nod but also convince him to get you a choker with a large ruby in the center and a broach you can wear if needed.

He kisses you after he pays. “That color looks so good on you.”

“Where are your accents?” you ask. He pulls up his sleeve and you see a red faced watch and a bracelet that looks similar to yours. “I got these earlier today, when I came down to see what they had for you.”

“No ring?” you ask playfully.

He kisses you again, with the store clerk watching. “Not yet. Maybe if we become regulars there, we’ll get matching ones.”

As you glance around the jewelry store, you realize that the make custom items. “Babe, is this where you got my…um..?”

He smiles broadly, and nods to the clerk, who nods back and steps away to give you a bit more privacy. “Yes. They have a special catalog for custom items such as that. This is one of the few places that caters to guests of the Estate.”

You look around at the shelves, and on the upper shelves, tucked behind statuettes, you notice small erotic castings, rings, and plugs. You would have to be looking up to see them, but in a store like this most clients are looking down at the display cases.

Before you can ask anything else, he takes your hand. “Dear, I know you have lots of questions but let’s do it on a day when we can request a ‘one on one’ with the jeweler. I would hate to have our discussions of custom items disturbed by people walking in off the street.”

You raise his hand and kiss the back of it, like he does to you sometimes. “Okay, Babe, and we should hit a few more stores before it gets late.”

After getting new lingerie and shoes, and a few other items, he drives you back to your place. “Are you staying the night?” you ask as you start removing the tags.

“No, Dear, I’m going to head home and pack my bags. I got a few items to add to.”

He kisses you and you hug him. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer. I could model some of the new lingerie, and we could properly ‘break them in’.” You feel his crotch press against yours and his stirrings of excitement, but he sighs and steps back. “Save it for tomorrow. The anticipation will probably be good for both of us.” He says as turns and leaves.

You enjoy the feeling of the beautiful sunlight on you as it shines through the trees, wearing your black jeans and ruby top. He is driving at a leisurely pace, so you can enjoy the scenery. The first time, it was evening, and by the time the limo delivered you there, it was dark. This time you notice the mansions and manor homes back away for the road. Thick patches of forest divide the homes. Though as large as some of these look to be, they might as well be hotels instead of houses. You can almost smell the money.

He pulls up to the gate and buzzes it. “Mr. and Ms. Ruby, arriving for the weekend.”

The gate opens and he goes up the driveway. The lawn looks huge. And you see what looks to be tennis courts, and a pool. “Babe, you were right about this being like a mini-vacation.” You comment.

He pulls into a parking spot by the garage, and you both grab your bags. A member of the staff, dressed as a colonial farm hand, greets you. “Mr. and Ms. Ruby. Welcome and please come this way.”

He leads you up the wide stairway to the second floor. You notice small signs set with gemstones on the doors. All are closed except for one, which says ‘Ruby’ on it. You enter and the door is closed behind you.

You start unpacking, and hang things up as you notice how much of the room is painted dark red with white and black accents. The furniture is white with red accents. It all looks so beautiful.

There is a knock at the door and your lover opens it. “Yes?”

“If you would accompany me, Mistress would like you to have lunch with her.”

“Of course, let’s go Dear.” He says extending his hand towards you.

You take it and follow the man.

He leads both of you to a ‘breakfast nook’ where you see Mistress, wearing a peasant dress, sitting at a round table with dishes of sliced fruits, vegetables, smoked fish, and grilled meats. All with serving spoons or forks, and a few empty plates for guests.

“Ah, Monsieur et Madame Ruby, welcome to the Estate. Please sit and join me for a light lunch.” She says staying seated and motioning to the empty chairs at the table.

“Thank you, Mistress, we are happy to be here.” You quickly say as you sit down.

She looks at your dark red shirt. “I am so happy to see that you took our guidelines seriously. You look good like that.” The smile on her face has almost a hungry look to it, which you find a little exciting.

“Yes, Mistress, we are so happy to be here for the weekend.” Your lover says sitting down and putting some of the sliced meat on his plate. “Things have been busy and stressful for us, and this place is so beautiful and relaxing.”

“Oui, it is. My staff works very hard to keep things just so.” She says pouring a glass of iced tea from a pitcher on the table. “What do you know about the rules here?” she asks as she leans back in her chair.

“You come together, and you leave together.” You respond. “It was what you stressed during the party, and was mentioned multiple times on the website.”

“Do you know why that is?” she asks in a serious tone.

“Because couples are important?” You guess.

“Oui. When my husband was still alive, we enjoyed being together all the time. Traveling, dining, living, and loving. That included having sex with others, but always returning to each other.” She says taking a sip from her glass.

“But if you had sex with others, didn’t that lead to stress in the marriage?” your lover asks.

“Non, because we were open about it. It wasn’t about ‘power’ or ‘control’. It was about sampling different things.” She points to the variety of foods at the table. “We knew we wanted each other, but from time to time we wanted to sample, and share other people. It made our marriage stronger.”

You scoop some fruit onto your plate and take a spoon full of cubed melon. As you taste the sweet flavor, you think about what she said. “So you wanted to share this philosophy with your friends?” You opine.

“Exactement!” she says with a smile. “We saw too many of our friends and colleagues who engaged in affairs, divorces, and vies ruinees. We started with a small group whom we trusted. Came masked, with the only thing that marked our partners were our colored gemstones. Then we switched and swapped, then returned to our partners.”

“Of course!” exclaims your lover. “You all agree to keep things as anonymous as possible, and agree to return to your spouse. Everything is open. Unconventional but honest.”

“Oui” she says sipping her tea and taking a bite of fruit.

“So as time went on you expanded your group? But only bringing in new couples?”

“Bien sur. We established hard rules that only couples could participate. They come together and leave together.”

You watch how beautiful her lips look as she sucks on a slice of melon, then focus on your question, “What if only one half of the couple wanted to participate, but not the other?”

“C’est interdit. It is forbidden. If someone wishes to ‘step out’ of their marriage, they cannot do it here. If only one of you were to show up at our gates, we would deny you entrance. Comprendes?”

You nod and extend your hand to your lover, who takes it and squeezes it.

“Mistress, thank you so much for explaining everything.”

She gets up, straightens her dress, and extends her hand. “Enjoy the rest of lunch. When you are done, inform the staff and they will clear it away. If you wish to partake of any of the relaxing activities on the grounds, feel free. The pool, courts, ranges, and gym are available for your use. Ask the staff if you have any needs.” She then looks directly at you. “My staff is mostly male. They are not on the menu. The only exception to that rule is if you and Monsieur Ruby both are to be serviced by a member of the staff, and it has been approved by me. Comprendes?”

There is a cold look in her eyes for a moment. “Yes, Mistress. I understand. And thank you again.”

Your lover stands up and extends his hand. “Yes Mistress. Thank you for this. Will we see you again later?”

“Oui. I forgot to tell you, tonight there will be an informal dinner for all guests, and then ‘playtime’ for those who want. The staff will keep you informed.” She then turns and leaves, gracefully moving as if she is dancing to music only she hears.

“What do we do first?” you ask.

He smiles, kisses you, and says, “Enjoy this tasty lunch.”

(I hope you enjoyed Part 3. Please return tomorrow for Part 4. For my long time fans (or even new readers), I apologize for the lack of sex in this part, but I wanted Mistress and her rules to be fully explained. If you disagree, or agree, tell me in the comments. If you enjoy my writings, share and subscribe.)

Return to the Estate - Part 2

 

You wake up the next morning to the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon. Looking around, you notice that your clothes, that were on the floor are now in the hamper. You get out of bed, throw on a robe and walk into the kitchen.

He’s wearing only a cooking apron as he stands in front of the stove. “Good Morning Dear. How do you want your eggs?” he asks as he flips over a slice of bacon.

You hug him from behind, pressing your breasts against his bare back, and kissing him on the neck. “I’ll have mine scrambled.”

He takes a bowl and then opens an egg one-handed. After adding a second one, he whisks them with a fork and pours them onto the smaller pan next to the larger one frying bacon.

“You are so talented with your hands.” you say kissing him on the cheek, and then grabbing a plate. He puts a couple of strips of bacon on it. “Sit down, and I’ll bring this to you in a minute.”

You set down your plate and pour a cup of coffee. You hear the sound of him flipping and chopping the eggs with the spatula. That metal on metal sound reminds you of some of the restaurants he has taken you to.

“Here you are.” he says, scooping the fluffy yellow eggs on to your plate. He sets down the pan, grabs his plate, which has two eggs, over easy, and adds a couple of strips of bacon. Sitting down, he is still wearing only your apron.

You eat a forkful. “This tastes great.” you say and then nibble on a crispy strip of bacon. “You didn’t have to make breakfast.”

“I know. But after last night, I wanted both of us to start of the day right.”

You slowly rub your bare leg against his. “We could have started it off a different way.” you tease.

“I thought about that, but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you up by lubing your ass.” He says with an evil smile and a wink.

“Oh, so you’re in one of those moods this morning?” you say. He doesn’t always want to fuck your ass, but you’ve enjoyed it when he does. You glance at the time and frown. “I don’t think I have time for that this morning. Can we try tonight?”

“I was going to offer a quickie in the shower, before I left, but I can wait until tonight. Do you want to come over to my place?”

You love going over to his loft. One of the first things he did when he had enough money, was buy an old industrial building and converted it into a huge apartment on the top floor and rented out the lower floor to a couple of boutique shops.

You finish your plate, get up and kiss him. “If we are going to shower together, we need to start now.”

He quickly shovels the rest of his food into his mouth, puts his plate in the sink and hang the apron on the wall hook. His lovely cock is semi-hard, which makes you smile as you head for the bathroom.

The hot water of the shower feels so good, almost as good as his hands, washing your body with a soapy washcloth. He is turning you on, but you know you really need to finish. You grip his dick, wash it vigorously, and then squat on your heels. It is right in front of your mouth and you lick the tip. You taste a little of the floral scented soap, but you grip the shaft and suck it. You enjoy the feeling of him getting hard in your mouth.

“Damn Dear, I thought we didn’t have time for this.” He says placing his hands on your head.

You smile up at him, stroking him harder and faster, “This won’t take long.” You suck him more firmly and move him back a bit so he is against the wall of the shower. You feel the hot water still pounding on your back, but you also taste his excitement. With one hand you grip his balls and the other one grips his shaft as you lick and suck the tip. You hum and vibrate around it. “Oh God.” he says as he grips your hair, and you feel his legs tense.

You taste his pre-cum and suck him deeper for a moment. He tries to hold your head still as you taste him cumming. You enjoy how he pulses in your mouth as you suck it all down.

He releases you and you stand up. “Why did you do that?’

“Because, Babe, we didn’t do that last night, and I like how you taste.” you say kissing him.

You both dry each other off and get dressed. He keeps a suit, sport coat, and a couple pairs of pants in your closet, plus a drawer for socks and underwear. You always like the striped boxers he wears.

You both quickly dress. He cleans the kitchen as you pack yourself a salad for lunch. “You don’t really need to do those.” you say as he rinses everything and puts it in the dishwasher.

“I made the mess; I should clean it up. Besides you still had space in the dishwasher, so we can run it while you’re at work.” He says, drying his hands on a towel.

You fill your water bottle and put everything in your bag. You kiss him. “I want you to try not to stress over things at work today. Maybe it will get better.”

He hugs you and kisses you. “Thanks Dear. I really needed last night. I hope you have a good day at work too.”

You both grab your stuff and go, locking the door behind you. In the parking garage, he is parked in your other numbered space, and you blow a kiss at him before he gets in.

At work you focused on spreadsheets and totals, writing up the reports that are due. Mid-day, you grab your lunch and go to the break-room. As you eat your salad, you wish your lover was sitting across the table, like he had been at breakfast. You slowly rub your crossed legs against one another, wishing you could rub them against his. Then you stop and slowly look around. An odd thought pops in your head. How many of your coworkers are leading secret lives? How many of them have a butt-plug, Ben Wa balls, or one of those wearable “clit suckers”. As usual, you wear slacks. The “professional pantsuit” look popular with management. But you glance at the women wearing various length skirts and wonder what’s beneath. More out of curiosity than desire. Desire. The Estate. Those beautiful women attired as you were and their loving and attentive partners. Men who came in various shapes and sizes but who all paid attention to their women, even when they swapped and shared them. For a second you imagine what the people in the break-room would look like in high slit dresses and tuxes. Then you glance at the clock. You need to finish lunch and go back to your desk.

You check the headlines and read “Market Tumbles Third Day in a Row”. “Damn, Babe will be in a bad mood.” you mutter to yourself. You go to call him but stop. “He’s busy. I’ll call on my way to his place.”, then you click off the news and focus on work.

Sitting in your car, you connect your phone and dial him. After a couple of rings, he picks up. “Hi Dear, are you leaving work?” The tone in his voice is lighter than you expected.

“Yeah, Babe, I’m about to pull out of the parking lot. I saw the headlines. Are you doing okay?”

There is a short pause. “I’m okay. When you get here, I’ll tell you all about it. Drive safe.”

“Ok. Should I pick something up for Dinner?” You ask quickly.

“No. I ordered carryout. I’ll have it ready by the time you get here.” He responds still with at light tone.

“Ok. See you in a bit.”

You think about it as you drive. “It can’t be too bad for him if he ordered out. Probably from the Italian place around the corner or that South Asian place across from it. If it’s pizza, or something simple, then he had a bad day and just wants food and sex. I’m okay with that.” you say to yourself.

You park in the spot next to his car, right under the light, with the sign “Tenant Parking Only” You always laugh at that. He is the only one living in the building. Yes, there are stores on the street level but they stop being busy by 6 and close at 8 or 9. You take the old freight elevator up to his loft. You use your key and open the door. He has candles lit on the table, and plates set, but you smell pepperoni and 3-cheese pizza. You hang up your purse and take off your blazer.

“Babe, is everything all right?” you call.

“Yes, Dear it is.” he says from the kitchen pouring a tall glass of milk.

“Are you sure? Pizza with milk. That’s normally for a Saturday Movie night on the couch.”

He walks up and kisses you. Softly at first but then a little more passionately.

Then he releases you. “Do you want some milk, a beer, or some wine?”

“Let me pull off my shoes and I’ll pour myself something.” You say, as you pull off your work heels. Your nylon clad feet enjoy the cool feeling of the polished wood floor.

In his fridge you find some of that Trappist fruit accented ale he picked up for you. The first time you tried it with pizza, you were surprised how well it paired. You are still not sure why his mood seems so light, so you opt to drink right from the bottle.

You loosen your top as you sit and put a slice on your plate. He seems like he is trying to hide a smile as he takes a bite of his pizza and washes it down.

“Ok. What’s the deal. Yesterday you were so tense and angry. Are you on something? Did I miss a headline? What’s with your mood?” you ask.

“We are spending the weekend at The Estate. If this weekend doesn’t work, then pick a different one.” He says with a huge grin.

This wasn’t what you were expecting at all and apparently your mouth dropped open because he lovingly reaches across the table and gently touches your chin. “What..I thought…We…” you stammer. You are trying to make a complete sentence, but too many questions fill your head at once.

He leans back and takes another bite of his pizza slice. The grease and cheese make his lips glisten in the candlelight.

“I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t think I would strike you speechless.” he says with a grin. He explains his “protect what you can, and buy what’s cheap” strategy and how happy his clients were that he was working to protect their funds. He then sips his milk, leaving a cute milk mustache on his upper lip.

“What’s that have to do with the Estate?” you ask slightly confused.

“I spoke directly with Mistress. She was very happy with everything I am doing to protect her investments and offered us a weekend whenever we want. We don’t have to wait for a special event. We can just call and reserve the “Ruby Room”.

You are sipping your beer as he says this, and it surprises you, so you almost spit it out. “She has a ‘Ruby Room’ for us?”

He hands you a napkin. “Apparently the Estate has a number of rooms with corresponding ‘gem colors’. That is why during a party each of the couples was a specific color. They have a room to retire to. I didn’t know that last time. As I said, I was trying to cover for the fact I really didn’t know what we were doing.”

“So we are Mr. and Ms Ruby, as far a Mistress is concerned?”

He grabs another slice. “Yes. So should we go for the weekend, or do you just want to do an overnight?”

You finish your first slice, and wipe your fingers on the napkin. “Let’s just do an overnight. Would that be Friday night, or Saturday night?”

“Which would you prefer? Go right there right after work tomorrow, or go Saturday, see what other amenities it has to offer during the day, and then return Sunday.”

You think about it as you grab another slice. “Let’s do Saturday. I would love to see what the grounds look like during the day.”

“Okay. I’ll call her tomorrow and arrange everything. Do you want to finish eating at the table or…”

“Yes, lets take things to the couch and put on a movie. Do you have something in mind?” you ask as you grab your beer and plate.

“I was thinking that new ‘Rom Com’ you wanted. It’s streaming this month. You know the one with that actor…”

“Yes. He looks so good in a tux too.” You quickly say as you sit on the couch.

After you finish the pizza, you snuggle next to him. Halfway through the movie, you are caressing and stroking each other. He pauses the movie so he can focus on kissing and pleasuring you. After stripping off your clothing, and enjoying each other, you both put on sets of comfy sweatpants, and finish the movie. When it ends you move to the bed and he continues making love to you, lubing and filling you in every way until you both are satisfied and tired.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 1

 You step into the limousine, you expect to see him in the backseat, but there is only a box and a note.

“My driver is taking you to a special club. Change into the outfit in the box. Wear everything in the box, and don’t wear anything else”.

You go to ask the driver a question and he puts up the partition before you can ask him anything.

In the box you see red lingerie. It is all silk & lace. A half-bra that cups your breasts but shows your nipples, a matching pair of g-string panties, a garter belt, stockings, red stilettos, a tube of lube, a jeweled butt plug, and a red silk dress that is loose, low cut in the front (exposing your breasts) and high cut on the sides, all the way to your waist.

As the car is driving, you get undressed. You put on the garter belt first. The silk and lace are smooth but textured against your skin. You pull on the right stocking first. “‘Oh my God” you think, “these are silk stockings, not nylon. How expensive was this?”

You slowly slide the stocking up, and secure it. You slowly pull on the left stocking. The silk is cool and smooth on your skin. You pull up the g-string. The silk crotch feels so good on your smooth mound.

You pull on and secure the bra. The half cups feel strange, after wearing a full bra all day. The lace trim is just below your nipples. As you move, the trim softly rubs the edge of your nipples. It feels good and your nipples harden a bit.

You pull the dress on. It is cut so it goes around your breasts. As you move you feel more silk rub against you. “This feels so damn good” you think.

The last things in the box are the lube, butt plug and shoes. The shoes you will put on, when the car stops. You pick up the plug. It seems heavier than it should. You look at the jewel. Where you normally see a single fake jewel. You see instead a dozen small red stones in a circular pattern. “Are these rubies? Is this made from gold?”

You don’t want to think, if this is real, what’s it worth. You know he likes to buy you expensive gifts but this is crazy.

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out. You take the lube, lie sideways on the seat and put lube on your fingers. You slide the string from your butt cheeks, and slowly rub the lube around and in your tight butt hole.

As you do, it feels good. You remember how he licks you there during sex. You slide one finger in and out. You add more lube, and then a second finger. This plug isn’t as big as you have seen in videos, so two fingers should relax your ass enough.

You lube the plug. It’s cold, but is warming against your skin.

You press it against your puckered hole. Breathe, relax, and slide it in.

You put the g-string back in place and sit normally.

In a bit, the car stops. You hear the driver talk to the security speaker. You hear a buzz and black iron gates open. The car continues up the drive to a mansion that you have never seen before.

The car stops at a small walkway, leading to double doors at the entrance. The driver opens the door. You slip on your red stilettos and get out. You realize the driver is looking at your nipples and they harden.

You step from the car and adjust your dress. Your panties and garters are visible from the side slits. You walk to the doors. The driver wordlessly closes the door, gets back in and drives away.

At the door, is a doorman attired in what looks like a 18th century servant’s uniform. Lots of silk, lace, and buttons. He is wearing a powdered wig. As you walk to the door, he says, “You are expected, Madam.” You step in and the doors close behind you.

The Estate is beautiful, the large open hallway is lit with crystal lamps and lined with mirrors. The light is almost dazzling. You walk forward towards where you hear voices and you see another butler, attired similarly to the doorman. He opens the large French doors to the dining room. “Please enter Madam”.

You see a large table that is set for a large party. Near the back of the room is an oak bar where you see men in tuxedos, and women wearing dresses similar to yours. The difference with the women’s dresses is that each one is a different color. Sapphire blue, emerald green, garnet red, topaz yellow, etc. You are ruby red. Their nipples are as exposed as yours. You see lovely pink, brown, and tan nipples on breasts of various shapes and sizes. You are a bit excited by this.

You see him and you walk over. He is sexy in his tux, which you have seen him wear before. The only difference is that his bow tie is ruby red, like your dress. He sees and kisses you. “I am so glad you made it. And your outfit looks great on you. Come sit here.” He points to a bar stool next to him, and as you sit, you feel the pressure of the plug in your ass. “Here’s your drink. I think the party will begin soon.” He motions to the bartender who is dressed in 18th century attire also, and your drink is placed before you. This doesn’t surprise you, he knows your favorite drink and has done similar things at restaurants in the past.

As you take a sip. A tall woman in an extremely tight leather bustier with matching leather pants with stiletto boots enters the room. She holds up a champagne glass.

“Madams and Messieurs, welcome to the Estate. This is my home. Before we begin dinner and entertainment, we have a few house rules that will be obeyed or you will lose your privilege of being here.

“First, each of you brought your partner. You dressed them in your selected color. You must start and end your evening with them.

“Second, everything must be agreed to. If it is your first time trying something, that is fine, but you must get agreement from Everyone Involved.

“Third, what happens here, Stays here. Any activities that you wish to continue outside of the Estate is the responsibility of all of those involved, which once again must be mutually agreed to.

“Four, this place is for pleasure and enjoyment. Nothing else. If a person objects to an activity or does not want to participate, then thank them and move to another person. If anyone makes a mistake with the rules, they will be gently reminded. But if anyone flagrantly breaks a rule, you will be escorted from the Estate and barred entry to future events. Does everyone agree? Signify by raising your glass and saying ‘Oui Mistress’.”

Both you both raise your glasses and loudly shout “Oui Mistress”.

“Then be seated at the dining room table, dinner is first.”

(And here we will pause. Return tomorrow for Part 2 of “Welcome to the Estate”)

Lazy Saturday with a Book

 

It is a wet, rainy Saturday. The week was another long and busy one at work, and you finished doing your chores around the house, so you just want to relax. You aren’t sure what to do. You’re tired of playing games on your phone or looking at computer screens. You could watch a movie on TV, but that’s just another screen. You are tired of screens.

Looking out the window, you watch as cold rain covers the street and yard with small streams and puddles. If you were a little kid, you could put your boots on and grab a poncho, but it’s been decades since you played in the rain, and don’t really feel like getting wet.

On the bookshelf by the wall, you see the book that your “other half” bought you for Christmas. One that you wanted but really didn’t have time to read. “It’s not another screen.” you say aloud as you pick it from the shelf and sit on the couch.

It’s a fantasy adventure novel written by one of the female authors you really enjoy. In the introduction, she writes “This is a standalone novel, but it has the same setting and references some of the events and characters from my other novels, but you shouldn’t need them to enjoy this. So, pour a cup of tea, fix a snack, grab a blanket, and welcome to my world.”

With the book still in hand, you walk into the kitchen to put on the kettle for some herbal tea.

“What are you making?” your husband asks as he comes in too, carrying a laundry basket and putting away the freshly laundered kitchen towels.

“I’m in the mood for some tea, and maybe a snack. Is laundry almost done?” You ask as you search the cupboards for cookies or chips.

“I have the colors in the dryer, a load of whites in the wash, and as you see, I’m putting away the towels.” He says as he shifts the basket on his hip.

You find an already open box of cookies and put a few on a paper plate. “Ok. I’m just going to read for a bit.” you say setting the book down next to it.

“Yay! I almost thought that you forgot about it or that I got you the wrong book.”

“No, my Dear, we just always seem to have other things to do.” you respond as you sniff a couple of different tea boxes, looking for something that will go good with the cookies.

You feel him kiss your cheek, “Ok. maybe I’ll sit down and read too, after I put these away. The dryer will take a little less than an hour, so…”

“Ok. Whatever.” you absentmindedly say as you grab a coffee mug and drop in a tea bag.

After filling the mug, you breathe in the warm herbal aroma. It helps remove the chill that you didn’t realize you had. Grabbing the cookies, the book, and the mug, you sit down on the couch. The crocheted throw your aunt made is on the back, and you pull it over across your lap, covering your legs.

Now that you are comfortable you begin the first chapter.

A dozen or so chapters later, you are surprised at how adult this book is. This isn’t the first of her books that you have read. Those you bought years ago, when you were still reading YA fiction, and you vaguely remember hearing something about how some YA authors had shifted to writing more “adult themes”. You didn’t expect this to be so “spicy”.

As you read the slow detailed descriptions of the main characters embracing. Then disrobing and caressing, licking and kissing, riding and thrusting, until they are exhausted and satisfied. You feel a familiar warmth spread through you. Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is damp.

You were so engaged in your story, you never noticed your husband sitting on the other end of the couch. He is curled up facing the opposite direction from you, reading some espionage thriller. His sock covered feet almost touching yours.

For a second you compare the author’s description of the male warrior with your loving husband. Arms that you want embracing you, lips that you want kissing you, and a shaft that you want filling you.

You take a sip from your mug and realize it’s empty, and so is the plate of cookies. “I must have been deeper into this than I thought.” you say aloud.

“Hmmn, What’s that Honey?” he asks, not looking up from his book.

“Oh, I just realized I drank my tea, and ate the cookies.” You stand up and stretch.

“You must be enjoying your book,” he comments with a slight chuckle as he looks up, staring at your visibly hard nipples. “Maybe I should be reading it instead of mine.”

A wicked thought moves through your brain, and you get on top of him. “Maybe I should see how you stack up against a ‘barbarian warrior’.” You say pulling up his shirt. “‘Oiled, glistening muscles that held her like bands of iron’.” you quote, and you kiss his chest.

His warm skin and soft hairs feel so good on your lips as you kiss his pecks and work up to his neck. “What sort of book are you reading?” he laughs as he drops his book and takes his shirt off.

“The kind of book that puts me in the mood for this.” you say as you reach a hand into his jeans, grasping for his hardening dick. You kiss your way back down his chest and you lick and softly bite his nipple, as the heroine in the book did to the hero.

“Mmmmmm that’s different.” your husband says, but you feel him stiffening in your hand.

“I need your ‘throbbing manhood’.” you respond, unfastening his jeans, so it is free for you to use.

“Did they really say that in your book?” he asks softly chuckling.

You move down his body until you have it right before your face, gripping firmly in your hand. “Yes, that is one of her descriptions. As she talks about the main character grabbing her lover’s cock and sucking it so it’s hard enough for her to ride.” you say with desire in your voice.

“Something you know all about.” Your husband says with a smile as he shifts a bit, so he is lying on his back. You release him and his hard cock lies on against his belly.

“His manhood rested upon his rippling abs.” you quote as you help pull his jeans all the way off.

“They aren’t ‘rippling abs’, but..” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“You are always exactly what I want.” then you take his prick and slowly lick the tip. You enjoy oral, but right now with the descriptions in the book firing you up, you want to suck him firmly and then ride him hard.

“‘His thick, veiny cod was larger than she expected’.” you say in a breathless tone and then take it in your mouth, feeling it press down your tongue as you take him deeper. The speed at which you did this apparently surprises your husband.

“Wow, you really want it.” he says gripping the edge of the couch in surprise.

You enjoy the familiar feeling of it filling your mouth and going against the back of your throat. As you pull it out, all shiny with your saliva, you stroke it firmly. “‘She was filled with desire to have him hold her down and vigorously enter her over and over again’.” You say stroking it faster.

“Ok, let’s do it.” he responds as you let him get up.

You then bend over the couch, still wearing your comfy sweatpants. You feel him pull them down, along with your panties, and hold you against the couch. “‘Held down and entered vigorously’, you said?” as you feel the tip of his cock press against your wet pussy lips. One hand holds yours down, against the couch and the other presses on you lower back as he thrusts in quickly. “Uuuuhhhh. Mmmmm” you moan as you feel him entering you faster than usual.

It’s so different than his normal slow working in and out until he is all the way in. This time you feel his balls against your clit in one quick motion. His hands press harder as he goes in and out rapidly.

“‘His barbarian…. wildness…. fueled… his desires’.” you say as your husband fucks you with a wild energy he hadn’t done in years. “Yes…. Fuck me harder.” you say panting in pleasure.

He stops holding you down and grabs your hips, pulling you against him faster and faster. “Yes…. my wild….. barbarian….fuck me hard.” You say imagining the muscled hero in the book, savagely using you, as you are the strong heroine matching his intensity and bouncing back against him.

Pleasure builds up in you and you reach down to rub your clit. Rubbing it in small circles, you press down as you feel your husband thrust all the way in and hold it. He’s grunting and sweating as you feel him inside of you while your pussy pulses around him in pleasure. His cock throbs inside of you as he cums. “Yes!” you exclaim as your wave of pleasure moves through you too.

As much as you love sex with your husband, you rarely both climax together, but this time you are both breathing hard and damp with sweat.

He slowly pulls his softening member from you and leans forward kissing you. His lips feel so wet and warm against yours. “Is that what you wanted, Honey?” he says siting on the couch and pulling you on top of him.

“You are my hero and my lover. Everything I need.” you respond hugging him and kissing him.

“Should we clean up and get dressed? Or do you want to go back to reading your book with your pussy full of my ‘seed’?”

“Let’s wash up. Afterwards, why don’t you get something for dinner that fits my mood?” You say with a hungry tone in your voice.

“I don’t think they have pheasant or wild boar.” He says with a laugh.

“The story mentions grilled salmon and smoked herring.” you say as you pull off your pants and top, walking towards the bathroom.

“Ok, after we clean up, I’ll go the store and get some fish. Maybe they have some already made up.”

You turn and kiss him, “And maybe afterwards, I will be in the mood to reward my ‘brave hero’ again.” 
 “I can only hope.” He says hugging you firmly.

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