Mistress and Her Servant - Part 7 - Changing Jobs

 

The rest of that week, you got into a new routine. After work, instead of picking up strange guys, or going to the club, you joined your husband for a workout at the local gym. You wore yoga pants and an exercise bra that accented your shape. It wasn’t that you were out of shape, like your husband had been months ago, but you could use a little toning and shaping.

After the first few sessions, you felt better, more in control of yourself. There were a few times when you watched your husband on the machines. His muscles were flexing and pumping in ways you hadn’t noticed. You drew a few stares and glances from men working out, but that was expected. What you hadn’t expected, was a few women and men watching your husband. This turned you on a little. “He’s mine. All mine.” You thought.

Also during the week you also examined your outfits for work. Yes, they looked professional but they didn’t make you feel strong and powerful. During your lunch breaks, you went the high-end stores downtown, to try on and get new dresses and outfits for work. The one that you enjoyed the most was a form fitting pencil skirt, with a slit up the back, and a matching blazer. You found a silk top in a contrasting color. The whole thing accented your shape and made you feel like you could do anything.

One other thing you wanted, was something that you already had in the works. You wanted financial security to do whatever you wanted. It was the easiest to do, because when you first joined the company, you were offered employee stock purchases, and the company 401K. With every promotion you received and every annual bonus, you bought more of the company stock, and added to your 401K. You pulled up a spreadsheet showing what was in your ‘nest egg’. It was already over $1 million. If you cashed out and paid everything off, you’d have find another job, but if you simply kept most of it invested, and cashed out what you needed, you could live comfortably. That didn’t include your husband’s income from his warehouse job. “It’s not ‘Fuck you’ money, but it is getting there.” You told yourself.

You felt better, stronger, and more confident. The clients noticed it too because, during meetings they listened to and acted on your ideas and suggestions. Your coworkers noticed the change, including Evan, the guy you had the affair with, so many months ago. One day he came up behind you and caressed your ass. “Mmmm That feels firm. Firmer than the last time I touched it.”

Without stopping what you were doing, you replied. “Too bad you are such a bad lay, or I’d take you in the storeroom and ride you until I got tired. Go back to your wife, she seems to enjoy you.”

He had never heard you respond so directly to him. In the past you would have swatted his hand away, or looked around nervously, hoping that others didn’t see the two of you, but that was the old you. A weaker you, whose reactions would have just given him power. This time he walked away in stunned silence.

All of this was going really well for you until “The Meeting”. It was a supposed to be proposal meeting for a new client. As always, you and your coworkers gathered in the conference room, to review the proposal documents and discuss strategies, prior to the client’s arrival. While most of them were sitting at the table, you walked around and used the remote to advance copies of the documents on the screens. You explained that, “This is a new company, and we should see where they plan on expanding and growing. We have the contacts who might be able to help this company penetrate into markets they previously hadn’t.”

Most of the men around the table read their pages or wrote notes, but Evan leaned back in his chair turned his crotch towards you. “You know all about having new areas penetrated. Maybe you should just dazzle them with your oral skills?”

A couple of the men were shocked by Evan, and one even blushed. Evan had a broad smile on his face like he had just scored. You walked closer, and leaned over him, showing him more of your cleavage. “You have no idea what my skills are now days. And as far as penetrating new areas, just because you think you’ve got the biggest dick in the room, you have no idea how to use it. I could give your wife a better night without even trying.” At that point your Boss walked in. Evan looked white as a sheet as your Boss called you to his office.

He sat behind his desk, had you close the door, and had you take a seat. “You have been with us for a number of years and done well. Recently you had some wonderful proposals and ideas. I’m not sure what I heard in there between you and Evan. Would you care to explain?”

As you sat in the chair, you crossed your legs in a way that raised the hemline, showing off more of them. He glanced down for a moment, then concentrated on your face. You softly smiled at that, knowing that he was checking you out too. “No sir. That was a private matter between me and him. I’m sorry that it was brought up in front of others. I could say something like ‘He started it’ or ‘he asked for it’. But I know better.”

He steepled his fingers. “What should we do? I can’t have you and Evan on the same contracts anymore.”

You uncrossed your legs and leaned forward on his desk. “Sir, according to company policy, I need to attend ‘Sexual Harassment Training’ and ‘Conflict Resolution’. I believe both are required before you can assign me to any new clients.”

Still steepling his fingers he leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling. “Go down to HR. Sign up for the classes. If any of your coworkers file a complaint, you know I will have to act on it?”

“Yes sir. Is there anything else?” You asked as you stood up. He shook his head and called down to HR to tell them you were on your way.

During the classes, you realized that you were being penalized for standing up for yourself. Apparently none of your other coworkers filed a complaint, so your comments and reaction didn’t rise to the level of ‘harassment’ or ‘hostile work environment’. Yes, you should have used different words, but knowing Evan, he wouldn’t have stopped. You had to shock him. He was punished too. He also had to take the classes, but you could see that he wasn’t changing. He was just “checking the box” and then he’d go back to being his same old self. Heck, he’d already had lined up a new contract. That was when you gave them your two-weeks notice.

When you told your husband about your decision, he held you in his arms. “I’ll support any decision you make.” You kissed him and told him about your ‘nest egg’. You cashed out some of it, paid off the house, cars, and other major bills. You never felt stronger and more free.

That weekend, you dressed up in a black wrap-around that made you look like a lawyer. Your husband gave you a slight smile, as he held the door for you. You kissed him on the cheek, “You are my good boy. Stay close.”

Madam Shade saw both of you. “Damn Girl, that’s what I was talking about. Are you sure you want to be here tonight?”

“Yes, Madam Shade. I think I’ll find someone to use, toss him back tonight.” You responded. Then you looked around and found a guy, with is “servant girl”. He fucked you in front of your husband before, but this night you want to use him and then leave.

You led them to one of the circular loveseats, and had his girl remove his pants. “Now suck him so he is hard.” You commanded her while your servant slowly removed your dress. You had nothing on underneath and it felt great. As she sucked her master’s hardening cock, you grabbed his head and pressed it against your crotch. “Lick me.” You commanded. Then you motioned for your servant to suck your nipples. It all felt so good. “He’s hard for you Mistress.” A small voice said below you.

You grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Then you slowly lowered yourself onto him. “Use your talented mouth on my man.” You said to the servant girl. She smiled and did as you commanded. Soon you bounced up and down hard, and rubbed your clit so you came with a fierce intensity as you watched your husband’s smooth dick being sucked. You then stood up, turned and faced her master. You grabbed his cock and stroked it. “Do you want to cum?” you asked in a low seductive tone. 

“Yes.” He responded. 

You gripped him firmly. “Yes, Mistress, you mean.” You corrected him. 

He nodded “Yes, Mistress.” 

You stroked him until it shot and dripped all over your hand. Instead of wiping it, you turned his servant girl to you and said “Lick it clean.” She smiled and did it. You then dressed and left the Club.

As you entered the car, your husband asked, “Are you sure that was all you wanted?”

You winked and smiled. “You are going to take me home, and you are going to give me the rest of what I want tonight.”

“Very good, Mistress”

A short time later, you heard about “The Dungeon” and that they were looking for Dominatrixes. You signed up and set your persona, as “Mistress Monica”, specializing in role playing a Boss, a Lawyer, a Doctor, or other business professionals. You work primarily in a room set up as an office, but you also requested that they set up the room next door like a boardroom, with a sturdy table and optional restraints. What you enjoy most is many of your clients don’t even want to have sex with you. They need you to order them around and when necessary, punish them. It turns you on and when you go home, your own Servant is happy to give you the pleasure you need.

“What a long, strange trip it’s been.” You sing to yourself as you check the time and prepare for your next client. 

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Mistress and Her Servant - Part 6 - Making Changes

 

You are at “The Dungeon”, making minor adjustments to your room before your client arrives. The room is set up like an office, with a sturdy wooden desk and a rolling chair. You recommended some cheap bookshelves with expendable knickknacks, that way the room looks professional and can be used as “The Boss’s Office”, “The Principal’s Office” or any other office where the client wants an office setting. It reminds you of the office of your manager, before you left your business consulting job. You would probably still be there if you hadn’t decided that you needed to make major changes in your life.

About 6 months ago, you brought your husband to The Club, and he was celebrated for being a finalist in the “No Nut Month” competition. He looked so sexy both in and out of his butler’s outfit. Sometimes you don’t know which turns you on more, knowing that he does as you command, getting fucked while he watches, or the pleasure you get from him lovingly cleaning you up afterwards.

At first, going to The Club, and picking up guys, who were longer and thicker than your Servant was a turn on. But after a while, you realized that they weren’t really fucking you, they were just fucking any hole that they could. You were giving your power and control over to them.

One night, you brought your Servant, in his full butler’s outfit. You think he looks sexy in it, but you never tell him that. You love watching him stand, rigid, awaiting your command. Ignoring women and some men, trying to get his attention, for a dance, a drink, or sex. He is loyal to you in a way that you don’t see with the other Female Led Relationships and their partners. 

On this night, before the main event started, you found Madam Shade and asked her if she will join you for a drink so you could ask a few questions. She smiled broadly, led you to her table and had her ever-present slave, always clad in only a leather G-string and spiked collar, bring you drinks. You talked with her about being “in charge”, explained that your husband encouraged you to be the dominant one in the marriage. You liked that feeling, the control, and the respect. She listened attentively, as you continued explaining that in your “day job”, you weren’t really respected. Management knew your work and liked it, but as often as not, your male coworkers took credit for ideas . You took a drink and paused for a moment.

She placed her dark hand with dagger-like fingernails on yours and asked “So what do you really want, Honey? I’ve seen some of the men who fuck you here. If that’s what you want, that’s on you. But your man,” she nods towards your servant, “he’s something special. Remember, getting railed by some big dick is fun, but if you want to command and be respected, then…”

“I want to be more like you.” You blurted out. She looked at your dress, which was another of your evening gowns with matching panties.

“Honey, everyone has their style. You don’t have to wear leather and fishnets. I just happen to like them. Wear what makes you feel confident and strong.” She looked at her watch, as her slave quietly moved behind her. “It’s show time. Take your servant home. Think about what you really want, then come back and pick which losers you wanna use.” She then got up, moving her hips in a way that is sexy to everyone watching, and walked to the stage, where her slave waited with the microphone.

You finished your drink before Madam Shade could announce whatever that night’s feature was, “Hot Wife Free for All”, “Couples Swap Spectacular”, or some other activity to get the crowd going. You walked up to your husband, took his hand and left the Club.

Silently he opened the car door and waited for you to enter. Once he was behind the steering wheel, he asked “Straight back to the house, Mistress?” You nodded, lost in thought. Once you got home, he undressed you, and then sat on the bed, “What’s a matter, my love?”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, naked except for your G-string. “I’m not sure.” You paused and turned to him. He immediately stood up and at attention. “Slowly undress for me.” You commanded. He did as he always does, carefully getting out of his tux, and laying it flat before hanging it up. His arms are more toned than you remember, as are his abs and thighs. After hanging up his butler’s tux, he is wearing only a pair of silk panties that you bought for him. There is something about seeing him like that, that turned you on. “Why are you wearing the panties?” you ask almost conversationally.

“Because you told me to, and I enjoy the feeling of them.” He responded still standing at attention. It reminded you of a scene from a war movie, the almost naked soldier standing at attention as a sergeant inspects him. 

You walked directly in front of him, reached down and started stroking him through the panties. “Is this what you like?” you asked. 

“Yes Mistress.” He responded, as he got hard in your hand. 

You gripped him firmly. “Do you enjoy watching me getting fucked by guys with big cocks?”

“Watching you, no Mistress. I enjoy seeing you orgasm. I prefer helping you climax. I wish I had what you want. But I don’t so I understand my place. And you always return to me, for which I am grateful.” As you stroked him, you looked at his waxed chest, and his belly which was flatter than you remembered.

“You have continued working out?” you asked.

“Of course, my Love. You told me I was to get in shape, keep myself smooth, use the soap and aftershave that you liked.” His dick was nice and hard in your hand.

It had been a while since you sucked him, but when you pulled him free from his panties, his smoothly waxed dick looked so tasty and ready. That night you sucked him off, then had him eat you, and then rode him again until you were sweaty and exhausted. You used him.

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Co-workers - Chapter 5 - "While the Boss is Away"

It has been a couple of weeks since you took me into the bathroom stall.

You did it a couple of times. Once in the middle of the day, and then at the end of the day. Both times were fun. The end of the day one felt just as risky as the mid-day encounter, because so many people came in to quickly use the facilities before driving home.

It was exciting and you seemed so close to getting caught. I convinced you to follow me into the Men’s room another day. The handicapped stall was the same size, but you noticed the row of urinals that you passed to get to the stalls. You mentally calculated how many people could use the facility at the same time while you both occupied the last stall. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as you imagined four of our coworkers, standing with their flaccid pricks in their hands, and two more sitting on the porcelain thrones, as you are in the last one having your pussy licked, or riding my hard cock.

But that was a couple of weeks ago. I said that if we held off, I would find another place to try it that is completely unexpected. You agreed, but during the work week you alternated days from dressing boringly professional, to daringly casual, depending on your mood. On the days that you wore your most professional slacks, or long skirts and tops, you wore very sexy underwear underneath to hint at and tease me with. On the daringly casual days, you wore boring, almost athletic underwear, which seemed to tease and frustrate me too.

Mid-week I send you a DM “I have a plan for tomorrow afternoon. I think it will meet all of your expectations.” 

You respond. “Should I make things convenient, or complicated?”

After a few moments I type “Convenient. Time will be a factor.”

“Understood. Do you want to give me a hint?”

“No. Any hint will spoil the surprise.”

Right before lunch you walk over to my desk, your summer dress is almost see-through in the right light. “Do you want to have lunch with me?” you ask, sliding the hem of your skirt up a bit, showing your pantyhose covered leg.

I’m working on my latest project, focusing on the screen. I stop, glance at your leg, then look up at you. “I can’t have lunch with you today. The boss is still on his business trip all week, so I have to have this done and on his desk by Friday.”

You look around to make sure that no one is watching, lean forward, exaggerating your cleavage. “Are you sure I don’t have anything that you want?” You almost wish you were wearing a sexier bra instead of the sports bra.

I look into your eyes, giving you that little smile that you like so much. “I wish I could take you up on your offer, but I’m busy. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow afternoon.”

You straighten up, “So not even after-work tonight?”

I shake my head. “Not this time. But tomorrow will be special and unexpected.”

You let me focus on what I’m doing. You were hoping for a quickie or at least getting your pussy licked. But now you are curious what I have in mind for tomorrow.

You grab lunch at the snack bar, and as you do you look at all of the places you haven’t tried. Elevators, but they are way to unpredictable. The education center and library, but it’s too open, and the desks are too small. “He said something different and exciting, so it won’t be a stairway, bathroom, or conference room.” You mutter to yourself.

Joan sees you sitting alone. “No lunch partner today?” she asks.

You shake your head and motion to an empty seat. “He’s busy working on whatever the boss left him.”

Joan sets down her soda, and veggie wrap. “I thought it might be something like that. On Monday when the assignments were given, I noticed you were given separate tasks.”

You really hadn’t given it much thought. Tasks are assigned to who can best complete them whether jointly or separately. You take a bite of your sandwich. After you swallow you ask her, “When is yours’ due? Mine isn’t until later in the month.”

She wipes her mouth with a napkin. “Same here.”

“So why is his due by Friday?” you ask almost to yourself. You continue chatting about it and then change the subject, “So how are things with you and your family?”

The rest of lunch is spent listening to Joan talk about her husband, kids, and pets. You think to yourself “I’m not ready for that kind of life.”

When you both finish, she says with a friendly smile, “We should chat like this more often.”

You give her a non-committal response. You tell her you want to walk around the building for a moment, to stretch your legs. You spend a few more minutes walking around and thinking of all the places that you could have sex, but nothing really jumps out at you as the obvious answer.

You try to tease me in the afternoon, but I’m really focused on my work. At one point you come over, grab a nearby chair and sit next to me. “Is there anything I can help with?”

You slowly rub your leg against my pant leg.

I release the mouse and place my hand on your knee. “I really wish there was. I really need to finish this. Tomorrow, I promise I will make it up with something really special.” I then go back to the document I’m editing. It looks like a new contract proposal, but for a company you aren’t familiar with.

You sigh, roll the chair back along the wall, and go back to your desk. Joan looks over to you. “So what’s he working on?”

“Some new contract proposal.” You say, returning to your assignment. Joan nods and goes back to her spreadsheet.

At quitting time, everyone is logging off, except me. You walk over. “It’s quitting time. Do you wanna go get a drink or something?”

I look at my watch. “I wish I could. I’ve got more to do, including a conference call in another 30 minutes.” I stand up, look around to make sure no one is still around, and I give you a quick kiss. “Get yourself some dinner. Tomorrow wear something sexy and simple. I’ll do my best to make it up to you.”

I pull up a message with the call information, and put on my headset.

Once you are home, you look in your closet. You pull out a simple skirt that goes below the knees, and a plain blouse. Simple and easy access. You also lay out your lacy yellow half-cup bra and crotchless panties. I liked the black set so much I had bought you more, in red, light blue, dark blue, and yellow. Trying to get colors that went well with your outfits.

The next morning, you feel sexy walking into the building. You are wearing your calf high boots, which you know turn me on. I’m already in the office. I have on different clothes so I didn’t work all night.

Walking slowly and seductively towards me, you ask, “So when do I get my surprise?”

I look around and quietly respond, “At the end of the day, when everyone is gone. I’m almost done.” You watch me assemble a large report with spreadsheets and data charts.

All day you try not to think about it, but you have a nervous energy, trying to focus on work but also wondering where we are going to go. When the day ends, you power down your computer and gather your purse. Joan is also leaving. She looks at you, then glances towards me and whispers “Good luck.” You give her a quick smile. You aren’t sure if she knows what I have planned or if she just thinks you are taking me out on a date. Either way, it gives you a little tingle of anticipation, knowing that Joan might know, and could even come back and catch you.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice me coming up behind you. A large binder under my arm. “Are you ready?” I ask.

You quickly look around and notice that the lights in the office are being turned off as folks leave. You look around “We aren’t going to do it here?” you quietly ask.

I smile, shake my head, and take your hand. “Follow me.”

I lead you to the executive offices. The doors are closed and have cypher locks. You watch as I punch the code for our boss’s door and open it. The office is dark. I turn on the tall but weak floor lamp, and have you close and lock the door behind you. “The boss wanted this proposal on his desk before he returns on Monday. I already emailed it to him, but he wants a hardcopy version to show upper management.”

You watch as I carefully clean off the desk. “Even if he comes back early, he won’t be back today. This is a once on a lifetime opportunity.” I say as I motion for to sit on his desk and raise up your skirt. You do and quickly look around to make sure there aren’t any security cameras in the room. As I get on my knees and part your legs, I say “I checked with security. I told them I would be here tonight finishing the report. They told me they appreciate it, but don’t have cameras or alarms in this room.” You feel my hands on your thighs. “Mmmm Wearing the yellow ones today. A good choice.” I softly kiss your bare inner thigh. As I kiss and lick closer to your damp pussy, you unbutton your top and play with your nipples. The lace on the top of the half cup bra has been rubbing against your nipples all day. Now you roll and pull them. My hands slide under your ass as I lick up and down your wet cunt lips. This is what you have wanted all week. I lick and suck your clit as you pull your nipples and enjoy your first orgasm.

I smile and stand up, kissing you. “Now that you are fully wet and ready, I want to fulfill my fantasy.” I pull you to your feet, turn you around, and bend you over the desk. The polished wood top feels cool against your chest. You feel me raise your skirt up over your ass, hear me unzip my pants, and they drop to the floor. My hands knead your firm butt cheeks as I move my hard cock along your waiting pussy lips. You feel me slide it in, then I hold you down. I start fucking you slowly, but then speed up. Going deeper and harder. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked on the Boss’s desk. How you wish I was your boss. You are my little cumslut secretary, getting used by me.”

I rarely talk like this. You find it different. You imagine all the movie scenes of a boss and his secretary having sex. It is arousing. I release one hand, and you feel it on your clit, rubbing as I keep thrusting into you. You are enjoying it, so you moan loudly in pleasure.

You hear the ding of the elevator. We both stop. My cock buried deep inside of you.

We listen as we hear footsteps and a voice. “This is roving patrol, checking the executive offices.”

“Good Copy. Call when you finish.” The security desk answers.

Your heart is beating faster with excitement as footsteps get closer. You feel my other hand cover your mouth, as I slowly and deliberately piston in and out of you. While my cock works in and out of you, and my fingers continue rubbing your clit, you hear the doorknob of another office rattle. My hand is tight over your mouth as I thrust harder. Another doorknob rattles. You imagine how it will be, the door will open, your chest pressed on the desk, and my cock deep in your cunt. You imagine the beam of a flashlight on you. It excites you so much and another wave of pleasure moves through you. You feel me thrust and hold it, as my hard prick floods your hungry pussy.

The doorknob rattles. “All the offices are secure.” You hear. “Moving down to the next floor.”

“Good Copy. Call when you get there.” The security desk answers again.

You hear the elevator ding. A moment later, you feel my softening prick slide from you, as cum drips on the floor.

I pull up my pants and then you straighten up. My lips are warm and damp with sweat as I kiss you. You put your arms around my neck, as I hug you. “Was that everything I promised?” I ask in a whisper. 

You press your forehead against mine. I am wringing wet with sweat. “Let’s go to my place, clean up, and have dinner.”

I nod. “Let’s put the office back the way it’s supposed to be, first.”

We quickly put everything back on the desk, wipe up the spooge stains on the carpet with napkins found in a drawer, and place the presentation binder on the center of the desk. We both check each other to make sure our clothes are straight, and then leave, ensuring the door locks behind us. Stepping from the elevator, we see the security desk. He nods as we head for the exit. “Were you able to finish what you needed?”

We both smile. I answer “Yes, It’s all done, and on the boss’s desk for when he returns.”

You take my hand. “He worked so hard, I told him I would treat him to dinner.” You realize it is the same security guard who talked to you after the incident in the emergency stairs. 

He smiles and winks. “You have a nice night. We’ll see you in the morning.”

I kiss the back of your hand. “Thanks. Hopefully you have an uneventful night.”

We go to the parking lot which is mostly empty. You look toward the building and see a few office lights on. “I wonder if they are doing what we did?”

“You never know.” I respond as we get to our cars and drive to your place.

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After Dinner Threesome at the Estate - Part 2

 

Looking at Mr. Topaz. “I know it has been more than a few years since you’d been with anyone, and I want you to stay for what promises to be a very erotic three-way.” You lean over and give both their softening dicks a slow lick then look up. Mr. Amethyst and Mr. Topaz look to each other first and then to you.

Without hesitating Mr. Topaz says “You’ve done more than I expected. What can I do to pleasure you?”

Mr. Amethyst nods and says, “You got your appetizer, what do you want for your meal?”. Before you can answer Mr. Amethyst looks to Mr. Topaz and says, “She really enjoys kissing and having her pussy licked. Between us, I think we can give her both.”

They each take a hand and guide you to the couch. Mr. Amethyst waits for you to choose. You motion for Mr. Topaz to get on his knees, between your legs, as Mr. Amethyst sits next to you, cupping your firm breast, and kissing you. You feel fingers gently part your pussy and a tongue moving along your lips and tickling your clit. Your are so wet. You feel the tip of his tongue, slowly licking up and down your folds, teasing you. Then his hands on your ass, making it easier to get his mouth close to your pussy. The short soft hair of his beard and mustache feel so different as he licks your cunt and sucks your clit.

You stroke Mr. Amethyst’s cock as he kisses you, all the while enjoying the attention given to your pussy. They are both so tender and attentive to your needs. You’ve been in a few three ways and despite enjoying them, you’ve never felt so much concern for your needs as you do now. Mr. Amethyst looks down at Mr. Topaz and asks, “Can we switch? I like the taste of her pussy too.” It catches you a little off guard because you were enjoying it, but you agree and Mr. Topaz moves to sit next to you as Mr. Amethyst begins licking your clit. Mr. Topaz kisses you and you taste yourself on his lips. His beard tickles, but you enjoy it. After minutes of receiving their concentrated attention on your body, and your desire to be filled growing, you grab both of their pricks, “God, I need a cock in me now.” You say almost breathlessly.

They look at each other, as if to ask who should go first. Mr. Amethyst feels harder in your hand, so you comment he should go first. “Please fill me slowly.” You say as he slides his cock until he is balls deep into your wet, open cunt. He moves back and forth, kneeling between your legs. Mr. Topaz continues to suck your tits. You lean in and whisper. “Please rub my clit while he fucks me.” He nods, licks his fingertips, then you feel him reach down. He goes back to sucking your left nipple, as his wet fingers slowly rubs small circles across your clit. You close your eyes and feel a long shaft slowly working in and out of you, and fingers rubbing your clit in rhythm. You moan in pleasure. “Can you feel him as he goes deep into my pussy?” you ask.

With your eyes still closed you feel a warm breath against your ear. “Yes, Feel his cock inside your hungry cunt, my sexy Opal.” He whispers as he rubs your clit. “Feel him fill you as he fucks you deep.”

The whole scene is more than you imagined. “Yes!” you scream as you orgasm. Mr. Amethyst stops thrusting for a moment and pulls out to stroke his cock as you gasp and recover. He knows you will be ready to continue. Mr. Topaz gently teases your clit, sending electric shocks through you. He kisses you again, and you whisper. “Put his cock in me again.” You feel a little nervous. You’ve never asked a man to do that before, but it is something you’ve fantasized about.

But before they do it, you stop Mr. Topaz. Looking at this older man, reaching for this younger man’s hard wet prick is something that you have second thoughts about so instead you say. “No wait, it’s your turn to fuck me.”

“Ok, my sexy Opal, but let’s change positions.” He nods to Mr. Amethyst, who steps back. His hard cock glistening in the lights of the library. They have you get on your hands and knees on the couch. Mr. Topaz moves behind you, and Mr. Amethyst moves before you. His cock looks so tasty covered in your juices and his precum. His balls are so tight, you know he won’t last long. As much as you enjoyed him inside of you, you now want him in your mouth as you want Mr. Topaz inside your cunt too. Mr. Amethyst holds his cock before you. You gently grab it, and lick the tip. You feel Mr. Topaz behind you, one hand on your lower back, then you feel him rub the tip of his hard dick along your wet, open pussy lips.

Mr. Amethyst reaches down pulling and playing with your nipples as you take his tasty cock in your mouth. The flavor of your pussy and his precum is familiar. Mr. Topaz’s dick slides into you. He slowly works it in and out. Going deeper with each thrust forward. He holds you steady so that you can concentrate on sucking as he fucks you. Once he’s all the way in, you feel his fingers rubbing your clit again, as Mr. Amethyst rolls and pulls your nipples. Your mouth and pussy are nicely filled. Both of them giving you what you want. You fully enjoy it. Soon you have another orgasm. As you moan around Mr. Amethyst’s cock, you feel him pulse and shoot in your mouth. His thick briny cum hits the back of your mouth and throat. The sounds and smells of your pleasure brings Mr. Topaz to a climax too, so he pulls out and rubs his hard, slick shaft along the crack of your ass, then holds it, as he shoots a wad of spume on your ass and lower back.

Then they have you stand up, and both hug you. You feel their arms around you, their lips on your lips as you happily share pleasure with each other.

“I want to try one more thing, if both of you are up for it?” You ask. They nod. You have them sit on the couch with you in the middle. It will take time for them to get hard again, so you have them focus on sucking your nipples. You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation. You feel movement of their hands but they aren’t playing with your pussy. You open your eyes and see them stroking each other. You are a little surprised by this. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

They both smile. “It is something that turns you on.” Mr. Amethyst says.

“And we figured, ‘whatever gives her pleasure’.” Mr. Topaz continues.

Seeing them stroking each other slowly and deliberately is arousing to you, but you stop Mr. Topaz. “Can you lick my pussy again?” you ask.

“Of course. But my old knees can’t take getting on the floor again. Can I lay on the couch as you straddle my face?”

You have a wicked thought. “Yes.” You stand up, letting him lay down. You then slowly lower yourself. You feel his soft beard and mustache against your wet pussy lips. “Get behind me.” You direct Mr. Amethyst. “As he sucks my clit, fuck me again.”

You have only seen this in videos. In your previous threesomes, you could never convince any man to put a penis that close to his mouth.

Mr. Topaz licks and sucks your clit, as Mr. Amethyst, whose cock is hard again and slick with cum. As he thrusts longer and harder, you feel the suction on your clit. Then Mr. Topaz starts to hum as he sucks. The pressure, the vibration, and the thrusting bring you to another amazing climax.

Mr. Amethyst pulls out. “Can I try that?” he asks. Mr. Topaz nods and you let him up.

With Mr. Amethyst below you, he licks and sucks your clit. His clean-shaven face feels so different from the neatly trimmed beard you just felt. You lick the tip of Mr. Amethyst’s beautiful shaft. He hadn’t finished yet this time. You smile to yourself. “I’ll suck on this as you suck on me.”

You feel Mr. Topaz’s hands on your hips, and he slides his cock along your ready lips. You hear a licking sound below you. Looking down, you see Mr. Amethyst licking the underside of Mr. Topaz’s dick, as the upper side rubs against you. He stops and looks to you for a second. “It looks so tasty, I just had to try it.” Then Mr. Topaz slides it into you as Mr. Amethyst now licks and sucks your clit. You put his lovely prick back in your mouth and suck as pleasure builds in you again. This time Mr. Amethyst cums in your mouth as you moan in ecstasy, and Mr. Topaz once again pulls out and paints your lovely ass cheeks.

You ask if they would suck each other in front of you. Mr. Amethyst quickly agrees. “I would love to take him fully in my mouth.”

You are more concerned about Mr. Topaz. You are fascinated by this opportunity to see this, but you are fairly certain that Mr. Topaz is straight. “Are you willing to do this? Have you ever done anything like this before?”

He sighs and says, “No, but fair is fair. If he sucks me, then I should lick and suck him.”

You have seen Mr. Amethyst with men before, so watching him lick and suck Mr. Topaz to arousal isn’t surprising. It turns you on, so you sit back in a recliner and slowly rub your well used pussy.

Mr. Topaz doesn’t climax but stops as he is sweaty and breathing hard. He smiles, “I’m an old man. This is the most I have cum with a partner in years.”

He then takes Mr. Amethyst’s excited schlong. The difference between the men is so striking at this point. Mr. Topaz is older and hairy, where Mr. Amethyst is younger, and smooth, including his balls which are nicely waxed. Mr. Topaz takes his time, licking and then sucking. You watch his mouth and lips doing to Mr. Amethyst, what he must have been doing to your clit. Licking, sucking, and humming. Mr. Amethyst erupts in Mr. Topaz’s mouth, who spits it out. He reaches for one of the many towels in the room and wipes his mouth. You continue rubbing yourself to another climax. You found the whole thing fascinating to watch.

Mr. Topaz moves and kisses you. “Mrs. Opal. I have fully enjoyed tonight. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired now.” He then turns to Mr. Amethyst. “It has been a pleasure to meet you. Maybe we can all have breakfast in the morning?”

He grabs his clothing, wraps the towel around his waist and leaves.

You look at the time, as Mr. Amethyst is quickly pulling on his slacks and shirt. “I agree. I enjoyed tonight. I look forward to seeing you at breakfast.” He kisses you and leaves.

You wrap yourself in a towel, grab your dress and look around the now empty library. You are amazed at what you experienced.

Your husband looks in through the open doorway. “Are you all done for the night? Shall we go to bed?” he asks, his shirt open, and a towel over his shoulder. He steps closer and kisses you. “Did you have fun?”

You smell the scent of Mrs. Amethyst on him. You stand and hug him tightly. “More than I expected. How about you?”

“She is always fun to play with.” He says as he wraps his arms around you. “So did Mr. Topaz and Mr. Amethyst give you what you wanted?”

“Uh-huh” You nod and put your hand on his waist as you walk together. “Have you ever hummed while licking pussy?”

He gives you a firm squeeze. “No, but I am intrigued.”

“I’ll tell you when we get to the room.” You say as you squeeze him back. You look forward to spending time alone with him, before you go to sleep.

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After Dinner Threesome at the Estate - Part 1

 

It is not the name the world knows you as, but you enjoy being “Mrs. Opal” when you stay at the Estate. Your husband, “Mr. Opal” is a world-famous photographer, and you are a model. The Estate is one of the few places you can go without people recognizing you, asking for your autograph or to snap a selfie. As a couple, you are far from the most famous or wealthy clients to visit. What you enjoy most is that you and Mr. Opal can be sexually free without fear of paparazzi or someone selling the story to the tabloids. Mistress of the Estate ensures the privacy of her guests, and as long as they obey the rules of the house, they are welcome to return.

Most people who visit the Estate only know each other by their gemstone name, but by chance you encountered Mr. Topaz during a photo-shoot. He is an older photographer, who now runs a studio and lab complex used by modeling agencies. He often smiles and is complimentary to you and your husband. When you encountered him and his wife at the Estate, they were trying to keep their marriage together. But you later heard that she left and won a lucrative divorce settlement. Being single, now, Mr. Topaz hasn’t been back to the Estate.

Finishing up a fashion show, you want to relax at the Estate. Your husband and you planned to meet up with Mr. and Mrs. Amethyst, for an after-dinner swap, but you have an idea. Invite Mr. Topaz as your special guest. Your husband doesn’t mind. He has seen you with two men before, and he agrees that both Mr. Amethyst and Mr. Topaz might be different for you. Your husband wants his playtime with Mrs. Amethyst, so he’s not concerned.

He calls and confirms your reservations for the Estate. He then calls both Mr. Amethyst and Mr. Topaz to ensure they will be there. Mr. Topaz is happy for the invite but not sure if he should attend.

You hear your husband tell him, “It has been too long since you were with someone. I know you find my wife attractive, and she wants you to spend time with us at the Estate.” After a pause, he concedes. He will be there.

When you get to the Estate, you check into the Opal room. It looks as beautiful as when you last saw it. Your husband wants to go for a swim before dinner, and you decide to enjoy the green house and the gardens. Afterwards you go back to the room and dress for dinner. Your dress is pale, almost luminescent, showing just enough cleavage to be sexy but not slutty. Your husband wears a pale polo shirt and slacks. Both of you look relaxed as you hold hands and head for the dining room.

Your husband smiles when he sees there are only three people in the dining room. Mr. and Mrs. Amethyst, both wearing variations of purple and black. Her dress covers more of her chest than yours, but is slit higher up on her thighs, showing her bare, toned legs. Mr. Topaz is also at the table. His shirt is a pale yellow, button down, with the sleeves rolled up, and also wearing dark slacks. They all smile back at you as you enter. Mr. Topaz stands up and holds out a chair for you, so you sit between him and Mr. Amethyst. Your husband sits across from you and next to Mrs. Amethyst. The wait staff quickly takes your orders. You are not really hungry for food, so you get a pasta salad. Mrs. Amethyst does likewise.

“Well gentlemen, it looks like the ladies have other things in mind tonight. Shall we follow their lead?” Your husband asks.

Mr. Amethyst smiles, “You know that I prefer to let her lead. But I’ll have the grilled fish.”

His wife winks at him “You want it grilled? Wouldn’t you prefer it raw, or maybe with some sausage?”

“If everything goes as planned, I might get both.” He responds and places a hand on your thigh. You reach down and softly caress his crotch.

You notice that your husband’s and Mrs. Amethyst’s hands are also below the table. “A little appetizer?” you ask and wink. They both smile back. Mr. Topaz doesn’t comment but orders the fish as does your husband.

After the dinner is cleared away, you notice that the Mistress of the Estate is at her table, drinking a glass of wine, and watching all of you. She nods to the staff, and two different sets of doors are open. One leads to the “Playroom”, a lounge with couches and sofas, and the other leads to the Library, which has a couch and chairs. She then stands, taps her glass. “Mesdames et Messieurs, both the Playroom and Library are at your disposal. Please inform the staff when you are done.”

You all raise your glasses in response, “Oui Mistress”.

Finishing your drink, you leave it on the table and take both Mr. Amethyst’s and Mr. Topaz’s hands. Before you can ask where they want to go, you see your husband and Mrs. Amethyst head for the Playroom.

“I guess we get the Library.” Mr. Topaz comments, with a sly smile. The Library is an actual library with full, floor to ceiling bookcases. There is a large couch, and a number of comfortable chairs. The wait staff has prepared the room by placing folded towels, wipes, small bottles of lube, and condoms on the coffee tables. You smile at this because it is so nice to have everything at your disposal.

The three of you move to the couch. You and Mr. Amethyst have done this a few times. So, he seems ready to undress and pleasure you. Mr. Topaz is a little unsure how he fits into things, so he simply sits on the other side of you. You feel his hip next to yours, as Mr. Amethyst slowly pulls one of your straps off your shoulder and tugs gently until one of your breasts is exposed. You like the idea of being watched and your excitement grows as Mr. Amethyst pinches your nipple then exposes the other tit. You make out for a bit and reach down, rubbing your hand on the growing bulge in his pants.

You feel Mr. Topaz adjust his pants to better fit his growing hard on. He watches but doesn’t comment. He apparently doesn’t want to interrupt.

Your dress is bunched uncomfortably as you try to kiss and rub Mr. Amethyst, so you decide to remove it. You stand and look directly at Mr. Topaz as he sits quietly. “Will you please help me with my dress.” You ask as you turn your back to him.

He nods, stands, and helps slide your dress off of you. As your dress drops to the floor, there is a subtle sound of appreciation. You’re not wearing panties and feel his eyes on your ass. Mr. Amethyst leans back and removes his slacks and shirt. He watches to see what you do next as he slowly strokes his cock.

You slowly turn and face Mr. Topaz so he can see you fully nude, in person. “Is this better than my photos?” you ask in a seductive tone.

“Of course” he says, and unzipping his fly, freeing his hard dick. “Where do you want me?” He asks as he slowly strokes himself. He removes his shirt, and lets his pants fall free.

You smile and reach down to help stroke his cock. As you do, Mr. Amethyst comes up behind you. His dick pushes into your back as he reaches around, holding your tits. He tugs on your nipples and makes you gasp. Then he says “She loves having them sucked.” You look at Mr. Topaz and wink as your breathing increases. His cock twitches in your hand. He slowly licks around your left nipple. You feel his slick wet tongue slowly moving around it. Then he closes his mouth on your hardening nipple and sucks firmly. He moans in pleasure as he sucks you, as you continue to stroke him.

Mr. Amethyst holds your breasts as Mr. Topaz licks and sucks them. It is a new experience, and you love how sensual it feels. You love the feel of Mr. Topaz’s beard on your skin. Then you grab his face and pull him up to your lips. You kiss for a long moment. You are so aware of his cock in your hand and Mr. Amethyst’s pressing into your back as he rubs your chest. Your hard nipples rub against Mr. Topaz’s hairy chest as you continue to kiss firmly, but then he stops. “Doesn’t Mr. Amethyst deserve a kiss too?” he asks in a seductive tone.

Your heart races and you slowly turn to face Mr. Amethyst. His cock is now firmly against your stomach as Mr. Topaz’s now presses into your bottom. He reaches around and cups your breasts while you and Mr. Amethyst kiss.

Mr. Topaz’s rough hands feel different as you rub your nipples against Mr. Amethyst’s smooth chest, and you feel a thick cock resting in the crack of your ass.

Mr. Amethyst reaches for Mr. Topaz as you kiss him. You don’t know what he is doing but you feel sandwiched as he pulls Mr. Topaz closer. You love that they both seem very comfortable with touching one another. After a few seconds you slide down as they continue to stand, facing each other. They let you take the lead. You kneel and take Mr. Amethyst in your mouth, licking and sucking him slowly. Then you do the same for Mr. Topaz.

You have an urge to put both of their cocks in your mouth, if you can. It’s something you have never tried in real life but fantasized about. You ask to make sure that they are OK with such close contact. Mr. Amethyst says “I’m happy to do whatever you want.” Then Mr. Topaz smiles down at you and steps closer. “I’m game if he is.” You hold both of their shafts, licking one then the other before you touch their tips and wrap your lips around their dark, excited heads.

Both men let out a small moan as they feel your mouth stretch open as you try to suck both at once. They feel so firm in your mouth, but slick from your saliva and their pre-cum.

Then you take them both out and stroke, using your saliva as lube. The shafts feel so hard in your hands. They won’t last long. Mr. Topaz’s thick cock pulses in your hand and you lick the acrid spume from the tip as it dribbles out. Mr. Amethyst is excited by this and turns your head so you can catch his cum as he shoots. It hits your upper lip and open mouth. He helps you pump his pud so you get all of it. You slowly lick it clean. You are still wet and wonder what will happen next.

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Co-Workers - Chapter 4 - The Restroom Stall

 

It has been a number of weeks that we have been having sex with each other. We even went on a few dates outside of the office. But even though the sex was good, we agreed that it seemed to be missing something.

You love the feeling of almost getting caught. The knowledge that you are doing something that you shouldn’t be, in a place and time that you shouldn’t. As good as it is going over to each other’s place and “enjoying the evening”, it still seems like it is missing something. So, we agreed to not date.

We still have sex but we agreed that we should try to “keep it fun and special”.

There was real thrill having lunch-time sex in an open conference room. The emergency stairwell is also exciting, but you want something that is a bit more comfortable. As exciting as early morning sex in the office is, there are severe limitations, as to how, where, and who enjoys who.

You are thinking about all of this as you are getting ready for work. You look at the weather report as you layout clothing.

“Today will be cool and clear, with a wind out of the North West…..”.

As you hear that, you go to your closet and grab a pair of slacks, but next to it is a thick, long plaid skirt. You grab the skirt instead. "It is thick and long enough to cover whatever I am wearing underneath."  You think slyly. You go to dresser and pull out your garter belt, dark stockings, and a matching bra. You reach for a matching pair of panties, but instead grab your crotchless ones. You also pull out the solid crotch panties and set them aside to put in your purse. "If the wind is too cold, I might need these." You think.  You look at yourself in the mirror as you put on the bra, then put on the garter belt. "I love how this looks."

You sit down and slowly slide on your stockings. The texture of the smooth fabric feels so good on your legs. "I should wear these more often."

You pull on your crotchless panties last. "If my mom saw me dressing like this, she would ask “What porn movie are you shooting? Only porn stars and sluts wear panties over their stockings.”’

You look at yourself in the mirror again. "I love the look and feel of this." you think as you pull on a dark cotton blouse and button it up, then the thick skirt.  Another check in the mirror. "Perfect for a day when the weather is cool, and I have a sexy surprise concealed underneath." You smile wickedly.

The last thing, "Boots or “fuck me pumps”?" You look at your closet again. Your calf high boots will go better with the outfit.

After a last quick check in the mirror, you put the spare panties in your purse, grab a cup of coffee, and your cell phone. You quickly text me, "I hope you were a good boy last night; I might have a treat for you today."

As you are driving, a message pops up on your phone, “I was good. Can I have a sneak peek? Or do I have to wait?”

Using voice to text you reply, "Special treats are only for good boys who wait." 

“Ok. See you in the office.”

You pull into the parking lot, arriving before me. "Good".

The wind is cold as you step out of the car. "Good thing this skirt is thick", you think as blows hard against you.

Once you are inside the building, you use the ladies’ room and you check your outfit and makeup. Then you stop and open the handicapped stall. Looking at the grab bars, raised toilet, larger stall walls, you smile to yourself and then go to your desk.

As you set down your purse, you hear a low wolf whistle. I walk up behind you. “That looks so sexy on you. I love the boots and skirt.” I lower my voice some more, “Is that my treat?”

You whisper back "You will have to wait and see." You sit down and log into your computer and start focusing on emails. Luckily today, most of what you are dealing with is routine. A chat window from me pops up from time to time. “When do I get my treat?”

‘If you can’t wait, you will ruin the surprise.’ You respond.

I grab a stack of papers and walk up to your desk. “Are you sure you don’t need my help with anything right now?” I ask. "No, I'm good. Maybe as we get closer to lunchtime, I might need a hand with something. Maybe I might have an idea of something tasty that you'll want to eat?" you say in a low and seductive.

I let out a groan of frustration.

You glance down at my lap and see the outline of my cock. Then you stand and whisper in my ear, as your hand brushes my crotch. "Aawww, are you getting frustrated? Maybe you will have to wait even longer?"

You kiss my cheek and sit down.

I walk back to my desk, and you look around. You notice that Joan, whose desk isn’t far from yours, looks at you with a wicked smile. She shakes her head and focuses on her work.

You get a little turned on, knowing that you are getting me hard, and that Joan might have noticed. Just the thought of almost getting caught, even though you weren’t doing anything, makes your nipples harden a bit, and you flush at the fact that you are wearing your crotchless panties around everyone.

You remember the day that I sat under my desk and ate your pussy as others were arriving. "Mmmmm it is a wonderful thought, but he can’t do that right now." you think.

Later on, you look at the clock. It’s 10:30, too early for lunch, but good enough for a coffee break. You make a last check of emails to make sure there aren’t any client requests.

Nothing in the queue.

You open a chat window. "I am going to get some coffee. Wait 5 minutes and then see me over by the Ladies’ room on the first floor."

You stand up, grab your coffee cup and walk out of the area. There is a snack bar on the first floor not far from the Ladies’ room, so you go there, and refill your cup.

You then check the Ladies’ room to ensure it is empty.

A few minutes later, I walk over to you. “Should I get a coffee…”

You grab my shirt and pull me in. You lead me all the way to the handicapped stall and latch it. You kiss me passionately. My warm lips pressed against yours.

You release me, and hold your finger to your lips in a "keep quiet" motion.

I silently nod. You raise up your thick skirt and show me your sexy underwear.

“Oh my. Is that for me?” I whisper. You nod and motion for me to get on my knees. Grabbing one of the support bars, you press against one of the stall walls.

I slide my hands up your stocking clad legs and softly kiss the bare part of your right inner thigh just above the top of the stocking. You spread your legs a bit wider and feel my breath on your exposed pussy as I slowly kiss closer to it. You close your eyes and anticipate my tongue on your pussy lips.

My hands grab your ass cheeks as I slowly lick up and down. You feel the tip of my tongue slowly going between and around your sweet, damp pussy. You inhale sharply as I thrust my tongue hungrily into you.

We hear the door to the ladies’ room open and someone goes into the first stall. You grab my hair and hold my head still, as you slowly sit down on the toilet seat, your legs still spread.

I look up at you from under your skirt. You make the "Shhh" motion with your other hand. I silently nod as you continue to hold my hair.

We hear the other person using the toilet unaware of us. I slowly lick around your clit. I make quick flicking motions with just the tip. A small moan escapes your lips. You clasp your hand over your mouth.  We hear the other person wiping and then flushing. With the noise of the water, I clamp my mouth on your clit and suck firmly. You moan again through your closed mouth.

We hear her leave, and you pull my head from between your legs. "I want you to fuck me now." You whisper. We stand up. You turn around and lean over the toilet, grabbing both safety bars. Your heart is beating harder. You try to steady your breathing, as you feel me raise your skirt over your ass, then the tip of my hard cock slowly rubbing your wet open pussy.

I am enjoying this too. I grab your hips and thrust deeply. You inhale sharply again. I work my cock in and out. You love how it feels as I take you from behind.  You grab the bars more firmly as I fuck you harder. You bite your lower lip to keep from making noise. "God, this feels so good."

My cock feels so thick and hard inside of you. You release one grab bar, reach down, and rub your clit. You're going to cum so hard.  The thought of someone walking in just as you cum fills your mind and you feel even more excited. You rub your clit faster as you feel my cock thrust and hold it inside of you.

"No, don’t cum inside of me. I want it in my mouth." you say in a hushed tone. I pull out, and stand there. My cock coated with your juices and twitching.

You turn around and grab it. You stroke me hard and fast, with your mouth open at the tip. I grab the walls of the stall as I cum. My moan is audible, as my cum shoots into your open mouth. You then suck the tip, tasting both your flavors and mine. I stand there as you take me fully in your mouth. The familiar flavor of my cum fills your mouth, as you suck me clean.

You stand up and kiss me passionately sharing our flavors. Then you use some toilet paper to wipe your freshly used pussy, and flush.

We slowly open the stall door to ensure the room is empty. After quickly washing your hands, and checking in the mirror that your clothing is straight, you check the hallway to see if anyone will notice both of us leaving.

I grab your coffee cup which you left on the small shelf in the stall.

Once we are in the hallway, I hand you your cup. “I think your cup needs topped off. I will get a cup too.”

We go back upstairs to the office. After checking emails, a message pops up from me. “Did you finish? If not, do you want to try again this afternoon?” You type back. "I was close, but got what I wanted. Let’s see how the day goes. I might need your help later."

"I like these panties on a day like today." you think as you smile to yourself.

Making Freezer Jam

 Going Berry Picking

Wearing your T-shirt, and sweatpants, you and your husband step from the bathroom.

Your daughter is standing there holding her stuffed dog. “When I woke up. I didn’t see you. Toby got scared.” She says holding her toy dog tightly. You kiss her forehead and then scratch between Toby’s ears. 

“We were sweaty and dirty picking the berries at the farm so Daddy and I took a shower. Is Toby okay with that?” You ask.

She nods and holds up her toy. “He’s not scared anymore.”

Your husband comes from behind you, picks up your daughter, and holds her up. “Okay Munchkin, shall we help Mommy make jam?”

She smiles and laughs as he moves her through the air and then hugs her.

Your son is already in the kitchen standing next to the bag of berries, bouncing up and down with excitement.

“So what do we do first?” your husband asks as he sets your daughter back on the ground.

Quickly you go to the old recipe box. It’s an old metal box that was originally for cocoa powder but with the hinged lid and the fact that it fit index cards perfectly, you knew you had to keep it. You open it and thumb through the cards. You find one, in your father’s script, “Easy Freezer Jam”.

You read aloud what is needed. “2 cups of crushed berries, 4 cups of sugar, 1 box of Pectin, and ¾ cup of water.”

“Honey, I don’t think we have enough sugar or pectin.” Your husband says as he checks the pantry.

You sigh, “Ok, Dear, why don’t you run to the store. I’ll have the kids help me prepare everything until you return.”

He steps up and kisses you. “Is there anything else we need? Maybe something for once the kids are asleep?” He asks quietly. You look at the kids who are listening in.

Loudly and clearly you say, “Also pick up ice cream, whipped cream, and maybe some chocolate sauce.” You then lean in to kiss him and whisper ‘Maybe you will get lucky tonight and I might want a “special dessert”?”

He smiles broadly. “I’ll be back.”

While he is gone, you and the kids find a bunch of plastic containers with matching lids. The smallest being 1 cup, and the largest being 1 quart. The kids wash the containers and lids as you prepare the fruit. When they finish, you have your daughter wait by the metal mixing bowl with a potato masher and your son helps you prepare berries with a hard plastic knife.

You see your husband walk in carrying a couple of cloth grocery bags. “Did I miss all the fun?” he asks as he puts away the groceries.

“You are right on time.” You say as you nod towards the recipe. “Can you leave out the sugar and the pectin?”

“Of course,” he says as he fills the large storage container marked “Sugar”, then sets it on the cupboard.

He walks over to you, kisses your cheek, and looks at the large pile of berry stems. He then looks the colander and sees that most of the berries have been prepared, and are now in the metal bowl. You take the last of the berries from the colander, “Save these to go on the ice cream later.”

He nods, then dumps the stems into the trash.“What’s next?” 

You nod at your daughter. “It’s time to squish the berries.”

“Yay!” she squeals and starts mashing with the potato masher. Your husband quickly steadies the metal bowl for her. The kitchen is full of the smell of smashed fruit and juice. After a few minutes, your daughter says that her arms are tired. 

Your husband says “You did good, baby. Let Daddy try for a bit.” He quickly smashes the berries into a thick paste. You hold out the large measuring cup and have him dump it all in. A little over 6 cups of pulped berries. At your direction, he dumps 2 cups of berries into the bowl, and then he slowly stirs, adding the sugar as you make the pectin/water mix which you add. You have him continue stirring for 3 minutes. The kids bring the containers as you grab a ladle from the utensil holder and start spooning out the mix. As soon as one container is filled, you have them hand you another. Soon the mixing bowl is empty, and you make two more batches and soon have the closed containers lined up on the cupboard. There is a little bit of the last batch that you have your husband put into a mug. 

Because of all of the jam making, your husband recommends having pizza for dinner. You kiss him on the cheek. “How about I get the pizza, while you and the kids clean the kitchen.”

Your son quickly says, “Can I help you get the pizza, Mommy. I already washed dishes.” pointing to the containers he prepared for you.

Your husband grins and shrugs as he starts rinsing the sugary mix off of the utensils before loading them into the dishwasher.

You place the pizza order on the app on your phone and then show your son the screen. “They received the order. See, it says ‘Making the Pizza’.”

He shouts “Yay!” and runs for the front door. “Let’s go Mommy. Maybe we can watch them make it.”

By the time you arrive at the Pizza parlor, your son is asking “Are they still making it? Can we watch?”

When you get there, your son runs up to the glass partition in front. He is always fascinated watching them make pizzas. The cook spins the dough in the air, until it is the size he needs and puts it on the baking pan. “Is that one ours, Mommy?”

You point to the extra-large pizza coming out of the oven. “That one is ours, I think.”

You both move farther down the glass as you watch them put the pizza into a box and slice it. “Yay!” he says as you both go to the register. You tell the cashier your name, and they hand you your pizza. It smells so good, and you feel the warmth through the cardboard box.

When you get home, your husband and daughter have the kitchen cleaned and plates set on the table. Sometimes it is nice to have a sit-down dinner with the family. 

After pizza, you dish up ice cream, with whipped cream, berries and chocolate sauce. Everyone goes to the living room. You sit on the couch next to your husband, as the kids sit in their chairs. You let them pick a movie, but you remind them that it can’t be something that they have already watched this week. If you didn’t tell them that, you would be watching one of those animated movies with an overly catchy soundtrack. Catchy that is the first dozen times, but when you hear the same things every day, it gets on your nerves. You also tell them that if they can’t choose, then Daddy gets to choose. After a few minutes of discussion, they pick one that they haven’t watched too recently. You snuggle next to your husband, suggestively licking the chocolate sauce from your spoon. 

“Mmmm, I can’t wait until they fall asleep.” he whispers, and places an arm around you. As cartoon animals sing and dance on the screen, you feel your husband’s hand play with your breast through your t-shirt. You place your empty ice cream bowl on his lap, slowly moving it back and forth along his crotch. “I see you’re in a playful mood too.” He whispers.

“If you can wait until they fall asleep, I have an idea for a special dessert.” you playfully whisper back. 

By the time the cartoon animals are singing the closing credits, both kids are asleep.

After putting them both to bed, your husband comes up behind you and hugs you. “So what do we do with all of the jam on the cupboards?”

You turn and kiss him. “The containers stay for a day, then we can put them in the freezer.”

He looks confused, “I thought you said something about a ‘special dessert’.” 

You kiss him. “Go put some towels on the bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”

He looks a little confused, but nods and does as you ask. You grab the mug with jam, the whipped cream, and a spoon, and head to the bedroom.

Your bed is covered with towels. “Ok, now what?” Your husband asks, with a playful grin.

You set everything on the bed and then strip out of your clothes. Thinking back, you realize it’s been a long time since you did any ‘food play’, and that was prior to meeting your husband. Fully naked, you sit on the edge of the bed, then pick up the mug with jam. It is firming up, so you stir it with a spoon to make it flow a bit easier.

“Oh, is this like that scene in ‘9 ½ Weeks’? But he used a blindfold and more than just jam and whipped cream.” Your husband comments as he strips naked too.

“Come on over.” You say in a soft sultry tone then use the spoon to drip some berry jam on your right breast. You expect it to feel cold on your skin but it’s still room temperature so not too shocking as the sticky glob slowly moves down to your nipple. You set the spoon in the mug and grab the whipped cream. You shoot a little on your nipple, covering the jam. “Now lick me clean.” You playfully command.

He gets down on his knees, and you see that he’s excited by this. You feel his warm tongue slowly licking the cold, and quickly melting cream. He swallows it then he licks up the jam, including slowly licking up the sweet sticky trail on your breast.

While he is focused on your right breast, you smear some jam on the left one, then lean back a bit. You love how your husband uses his tongue and mouth. After licking the right one, he takes a moment and firmly sucks your right nipple. You feel it all the way down your spine. He releases it and the looks at the left breast. “Mmmm That one looks sticky too.” He grabs the whipped cream can and shoots a line on top of the jam trail. You steady yourself for it, but it’s cold on your skin. It starts dripping as heat of your skin melts it so fast, but his tongue is faster. He starts at your nipple and licks up. A couple of drips slide down the sides of your breast, on to your thigh. After he licks that one clean and sucks your left nipple firmly, he comments. “There isn’t a lot of jam left. Why don’t you lay back and slide over.”

Your do as he asks and get in the center of the bed. He takes the mug then gets between your legs. You feel a sticky glop of jam hit your pussy lips. He takes the back of the spoon and slowly rubs the sticky mass up and down, covering your lips, clit, and a little at the base of your pubic bush. “Try not to get my hair sticky.” You comment.

You are startled by both the sound and the cold of the whipped cream on your pussy. But it is quickly followed by the feeling of his hand sliding under your ass and his mouth licking and sucking the cream. His warm mouth feels so good. You feel his tongue go up and down, through and around, and then the suction of his mouth as he sucks your clit and makes sure that all of the sticky mess is off of your pussy. He is so good with his mouth you grab his hair, and try to hold him as you hump his face to an orgasm.

You release him and he moves up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself mixed with berries and cream. He lies next to you. “Is it my turn?” he asks, with his hard cock lying against his stomach.

Grabbing the mug and spoon, you drip and smear the last of the jam on his schlong. You like how it looks, getting that glaze on it. Then you take the whipped cream can, and shake it. But before you squirt it on him, you slowly lick some jam off of him The sweetness and bright berry flavor is what you were missing on this morning’s toast. Holding his hard dick straight up, you lick around the tip, and taste both berry jam and his excitement. Not a bad flavor you think, but it is missing something. You smile wickedly at him and then squirt the cream on him. “Wow! That is cold!” He says, trying to reach down for you. 

“Fair is fair.” You say and squirt a line down his shaft. It starts to slide almost immediately, so you lick from his balls up to the tip, catching most of it in your mouth. “The flavor of whipped cream and berry jam is really good.” You think as you swallow it down. You continue licking and sucking him until he cums in your mouth. Then you grab a towel and wipe yourself. He takes another one and wipes himself off too. You kiss him again. “Let’s grab a quick shower. I’d hate to wake up and find that I still have cream or jam on me.”

He nods and gathers up all of the towels from the bed. Quickly throwing them in the hamper and then following you into the shower.

He kisses you again. “Want some more shower sex?’

You hug him. “Not tonight, Dear. I enjoyed it earlier, and we just had fun on the bed. But I feel like we’d be pressing our luck and we’d have little ones asking why we are making noises in the shower.”

The steam fills the bathroom, and he holds you tightly. “Ok. You’re right. Let’s just clean up and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.”

You kiss him again and then step into the shower. “Sometimes you are such a romantic. Hand me the soap?”

You luck out. When you finish, there are no soft knocks on the door, but you feel tired. It has been a long and busy day. You dry off, put on a nightie and lay your head on his chest. “So what family activity do you want to do tomorrow?” you playfully ask.

He shakes his head, sighs, and holds you, as he drifts off to sleep.

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