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A night of Fantasy

Short story By: livinfree
Erotica


Being a wife, mother, and teacher was satisfying...until the night her husband surprised her with a night filled with fantasy's come true.


Submitted:Oct 19, 2007    Reads: 5,283    Comments: 14    Likes: 7   


"Hello?! I'm home!" I shouted as I threw my keys and purse on the counter. Taking a look around, I shook my head at the clutter that was scattered across the table and into the kitchen. Housework never ends, especially with two kids and two roommates that were just renting a room, and felt no more effort was needed.
My husband? Well, he tries. In his own very spoiled way.
"Hello?" I said again, starting to get curious at the lack of sound in the house. Normally, I had to stand in front of the television just to get acknowledgement that I was, in fact, home. This time, though, the house was completely silent- no television, no bickering children, not even a breath of a roommate.
Where the Hell was everyone?
I peeked into each room as I passed, heading back to my room to put on my slippers. They all stood glaringly empty.
As I approached my door, I noticed a bag on the floor, and a note taped at eye level.
Curious, I reached for the note.
Take the bag into the bathroom and change. I will be waiting.
Hmmmm, I thought to myself. This was very unusual. My husband never planned anything, claiming spontaneity is the spice of life.
Whatever.
Regardless, I bent, picking up the surprisingly light bag, and walked slowly to the bathroom. My mind was racing a mile a minute, and I couldn't seem to slow it down. Where were the kids? Where were the roommates? What does my husband have planned?
At that thought, butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and my breath hitched in anticipation.
I opened the bag, my eyes widening a little at the sight of what was within. A small black lace bra rested on top, one of the one's that barely covered your nipples, with matching thong underwear. Below that, in sharp contrast, was a white mesh midriff tank top. Resting on the bottom of the bag was a small black leather mini-skirt. Along the lines of the bra, the skirt would barely cover my ass, much less any of my thighs.
Nestled on one side of the skirt, there was a plastic baggie that held makeup. Dark brown eye shadow, black eyeliner, and fuck-me-red lipstick.
I grinned. Well, maybe the man had been listening after all!
Taking my time, I stripped out of my jeans and tee-shirt, then bra and underwear. Naked, I looked in the mirror, contemplating what would happen in the night ahead. My nipples puckered at the thought of hot, raunchy sex. My hands came up to cover my breasts, rubbing my hardened nipples across my palms. The fluttering butterflies multiplied, making me wet.
Excitement was making me giddy.
The makeup was applied first. I never thought standing naked in front of a mirror applying makeup could be an erotic thing, but damned if it wasn't. When my arms brushed against my bare flesh, I got turned on a little bit more. My ass was bared to the world, making me feel naughty as I bent forward to see better in the mirror. My makeup finished, I straightened, looking at my face with a critical eye.
My eyes were green today, and stood out beautifully with the help of heavily applied eyeliner that circled my eyes completely. The lipstick shined, making my lips look full and pouty.
Satisfied, I turned my attention to my outfit, putting it on as slow as I had undressed. The black lace thong went on first, then the matching bra. I paused to look at the set, admitting to myself that they made me feel sexy. The black leather skirt went on next, sliding up my legs, then thighs, to come to a rest just below my hipbones. I had been correct in my assessment that the skirt would barely cover my ass- Hell, two inches lower and the thin strip of pubic hair that I kept groomed on a daily basis would be visible. Nice. The midriff mesh top went on last, completing the look.
I couldn't help but grin wickedly at the sight of myself; a mother, student, and pre-school teacher, looking like a stripper.
The only thing missing was…my eyes rested on a pair of black patent-leather stiletto lace-up boots that were sitting beside the hamper. Oh, yeah. Now I really would look like a slut.
I took my time slipping on the boots, then lacing them up, tying them where they came to a stop, just below the knee. I sat for a moment, letting my eyes close, and my mind wander.
My husband had never wanted to play out this particular fantasy, and damned if I wasn't ready to fuck him silly for being willing. I was ready for anything.
I smiled, letting my hand wander. From the top of my boots, up my thighs, circling my clit, which had began to throb and swell, past my bare midriff, and up to my breasts. My still hard nipples were clearly visible, poking through the barely-there bra, and white see-through mesh top. I pinched both nipples hard, tugging, and rolling, until they were sensitive to the touch. I was wet enough to soak my thin thong underwear, and deemed myself ready for whatever it was my husband had planned for the night ahead.
I opened the bedroom door quietly, suddenly feeling shy. Although he was willing to play out this fantasy for my benefit, what if the way I looked didn't turn him on? Could I handle the rejection?
"Come in." I heard my husband say, although I didn't immediately see him in the candle lit room. "Sit down on the chair." For the first time, I noticed a singular chair sitting in the middle of the room, situated so I would sit facing the bed. I squinted, trying to make out the outline of my husband, who was reclining at the top of the bed, legs crossed at the ankle.
"Sit." He said, his voice abrupt and commanding.
Oh, yeah!
I hurriedly complied, sitting daintily on the edge of the chair. What can I say, old habits die hard.
"Scoot back, hook your arms behind the chair, and spread your legs."
I could only obey, feeling strange in the position. I heard the bed creek, and suddenly, he was there, in front of me.
"Neal, I-"
"From this moment on, I will be referred to as Master. If you are remiss in this, you will be punished as I see fit. Is that understood?"
I swallowed my sarcastic remark, which comes naturally to me.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" He said, his voice hard.
"Yes, Master." The word felt foreign on my tongue, but damned if it didn't turn me on.
"That's better."
He moved, circling around me, so that he was behind the chair. Instinctively, I turned my head to watch.
"Eyes forward, slut." He said the last word so disgusted that I started to wonder if this whole scenario was a trick. But, I obeyed, staring straight ahead, at nothing.
"You are a slut, aren't you?" I could only nod, still unsure. "Slut's will do anything. Will you do anything?"
Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled, tilting my neck back painfully. Still holding his grip with one hand, he reached over my shoulder with the other. He flicked then pinched my nipple, pulling at it sharply. At my indrawn breath, he let go.
"It wouldn't do to let you get all the pleasure, now would it?"
I shook my head.
"What was that?"
"No. Master."
"Very good."
Then he was in front of me, kneeling between my legs. I unconsciously spread my thighs wider, my pussy weeping for touch. He growled at my movement, and lowered his head until it was right on my lap.
He breathed deeply, and said, "You really are a slut, aren't you? Already wet and waiting…but what are you waiting for?"
I opened my mouth to answer.
"Am I going to have to gag you, bitch? Don't make me. You know very well it was a rhetorical question. Besides, it would be such a waste to cover up those fuckable lips…"
He stood so suddenly, I flinched in response. He moseyed back to the bed, this time sitting at the edge, so that if my legs weren't spread, our knees would be in contact.
"Touch your pussy." He demanded.
The words, if not the voice surprised me, and I looked at him, slack-jawed. He knew my shyness when it came to masturbation, and it surprised me that he would request it.
"Ah, ah, ah! Wanting punishment already? I told you to touch your pussy…are you going to make me repeat myself?"
I started to shake my head, but then remembered to say, "No, Master" before I brought one hand around, resting my fingers on my inner knee. Slowly, I let my fingers run up my thigh until I hit the lace on my thing. Unconsciously, I spread my legs even wider, and the miniscule leather skirt hitched up until it was clear of my thighs. Trepidation was trying to creep in, and I closed my eyes.
"Keep your eyes open, or you will be punished." His voice brooked no argument, so I opened my eyes. I searched my husbands face for an indication of what he was feeling, where this was going. His face was held immobile, yet his eyes flashed with something…excitement, arousal, power?
Needing no further prodding, my first finger slipped beneath the lace, circling my clit, then easing out. At his indrawn breath, two fingers slipped beneath my panties. This time I let my fingers glide down my neither lips, then slide inside my hot, wet pussy. I groaned, then caught myself, and let my fingers find my clit again.
I watched him as he watched me masturbate, his arms crossed, his posture the picture of relaxation. What saved me from melting through the floor in mortification was the hard on that was clearly visible beneath his tan slacks.
I brought my other arm around, to pull the lace aside, giving him full view of what I was doing. I plucked at my hood, then sunk my fingers into my opening. Circling, plucking and plunging. I did that until I was panting, on the verge.
"Enough." He said. I almost protested, feeling daring in my arousal.
But I stopped, covering my wet cunt with the lace, and resumed my position of my arms hooked behind the chair. I was almost quivering with the need to reach orgasm.
His eyes met mine, and we stared at each other for a moment, panting. He moved suddenly, pulling me up from my sitting position. Roughly, he moved me behind the chair, placed my hands on the back, and pushed a knee between my legs.
"Spread your legs like the slut you are. You may only close them when I tell you to."
I spread my legs.
Cool air rushed across my back as he stepped away, but I knew better than to look behind me, to see what he was doing. After what seemed like an eternity, a strange sound filled the air, then a flash blinded me for a moment. Over and over the flash went off, and instead of horror, I found myself reveling in the moment. I kept my head low, but arched my back, wanting…no, needing to feel like a slut for the first time in my life.
The flashing stopped, and I looked around, trying to see through the spots that were dancing in front of me.
Then hands were on the back of my thighs, pushing up the leather until my ass was bared to him. He caressed my cheeks for a moment, then pulled away. The fist strike to my cheek made me jump, but the sting made me moan.
"You have been a very bad girl." Thwack. "Who but a slut would preen like you did in front of a camera?" Thwack. "Now." Thwack! Thwack! "Turn around."
I did as he bade, and turned on a heel. Before I completed the full rotation, his hands caught my hair, and forced me to my knees. Legs still spread, I sank to the floor.
"Fuck me with your mouth." Instantly, my mouth was full of his cock. I hid a smile around the flesh in my mouth; I knew I was damn good at sucking dick. I preformed every move I knew he liked- sucking on his balls, then licking all the way up his shaft to his head, slow deep throating, then quick shallow suction. I did it all, enjoying every minute of it.
Suddenly, he pulled away from me, his cock slipping out of my mouth with a pop. Motionless, I watched as he reached over me to pick something up off the bed. With a wicked smile, he showed me the blindfold and bindings that he had in his hands.
My breath hitched in anticipation. Blind and bound…not knowing what was coming…my pussy clenched at the thought.
I waited patiently as he tied the blindfold, then slipped the binds around my wrists. I licked my lips, anticipation making me impatient.
When he rubbed the head of his dick on my mouth, I opened obediently, letting him fuck me as he wanted. I used my hands, that were still free, to cup his balls.
I almost missed the click of the camera, but the sound was unmistakable.
"You know I have always loved you like this…on your knees, with your mouth on my dick, blindfolded." The camera clicked again. "Fuck yeah…"
I felt him swell impossibly harder, and waited for the tap that always let me know he was about to spew. This time, though, nothing came. I made a sound, as if in question.
"You will swallow me this time." His words were rough and shaky, being as he was pumping his cock into my mouth.
Strangely, instead of turning me off, his insistence made me want him more. In fact, the thought of his cum shooting down my throat almost made me orgasm then and there.
"Oh yeah, suck me harder, slut. Suck my dick…" His hold on my hair tightened, and he fucked my mouth harder, the head of his dick almost setting off my gag reflexes. I squeezed the base of his cock with my hand, pumping in time with my mouth, until he let out a groan, and his warm, grainy sperm filled my throat.
I swallowed repeatedly, until the threat of gagging was gone, as with every drop of his cum.
"God, that mouth…Stand up."
I stood.
He led me to the foot of the bed, then pushed at my back, so that the upper half of me was laying on the bed, face down.
"Spread your arms out."
I did as I was told, not caring that my ass was in the air, nor the vulnerability of my position.
I felt tugging on the bindings around my wrist, then heard the ripping of Velcro. The bindings went tight, one at a time.
"Now spread your legs as wide as you can."
I did. My mini skirt hitched up, so that most of my cheeks were bare. His touch on my ankle made me jump, but I understood immediately when he fastened more bindings from my ankles to the bottom of the bed.
I was spread as wide as I could be, arms and legs stretched almost to the point of discomfort. I didn't mind, though. My mind was racing with thoughts of what my husband would do to me.
It was quiet for so long, I almost opened my mouth to ask if he was still there. As fun as punishment would be, I wanted to play by the rules.
I almost screamed in shock when his palm connected with my ass, filling the room with the sound of flesh on flesh. Over and over he spanked me, my ass, my thighs, and even my pussy that had gotten so wet I felt my juices dripping.
He stopped so suddenly, I almost protested.
"Shall I tell you what I am going to do to you, or should I surprise you?" He sounded like he was talking to himself, aloud. I didn't know if I was supposed to answer, so I kept silent.
I listened to the sound of his footsteps as he crossed the room, then heard him pick something up off the dresser.
"I asked you a question, which you didn't answer. For your punishment, you will beg me to cum, and even then, you may only cum when I say so. Is that understood?"
I swallowed any other words that would have come out of my mouth. Instead, I said, "Yes Master."
"Now, do you prefer to know what is coming, or does it add to your excitement to be surprised?"
He sounded so serious I couldn't help but answer honestly. "They both have their advantages. On one hand, listening to your voice, telling me how you are going to touch me, or fuck me makes me hot. On the other hand, the uncertainty of surprise is part of the experience. That makes me hot too."
"That was a non-answer. But I will take it."
I felt him as he stood behind me, so close I could feel the heat coming off him. I could feel his gaze roam over me, in my prone position. When something sharp and cold slid across my ass, I stiffened.
"Relax. I won't hurt you." He whispered, an injection of his true personality.
I relaxed, letting myself go with the flow.
He glided the metal in a haphazard pattern over my ass, down my thighs, then back up to my ass. I shivered, in excitement and maybe a touch of fear. He took his time, as if he were fascinated of the sight of the- scissors? Knife?- caressing my white skin. I drew in a breath as the sharp end of the instrument slipped between my thong and my skin, right at my hip.
The lace went taunt, then fell away. The other side was next, and then I was (mostly) naked from the waist down.
I lay there for a moment, breathless. I felt as if I were perched on a very high mountain, waiting to free-fall.
I arched my back as well as I could in my position, offering better view.
He chuckled softly. "Impatient, are we?"
"Yes, Master Neal."
At his indrawn breath, I smiled. He must like hearing his name after being referred to as Master. I made a mental note to remember that.
Suddenly, I felt his breath on my thighs. Then his hands were on my hips, rolling them forward, spreading my pussy lips even further apart. When his tongue plunged into my opening, I bit my bottom lip against a groan. It felt so good, his stiff, warm tongue fucking me like I was aching for his cock to do. His fingers found my already swollen clit, stroking it, circling it, plucking it.
He must have sensed my nearness to orgasm, because he stopped, again. I wanted to growl, beg, cry. I had spent the last hour in the verge of orgasm, with no relief in site.
I jumped when his finger touched my other opening, the one that was so rarely touched. It slid in a millimeter at a time, as he twisted his finger back and forth. My pussy clenched, as if jealous of my ass.
"Tell me how much you like this, slut." He whispered next to my ear. I barely heard him through the pounding in my head.
"I said," There was pleasure/pain as he pinched the hood of my pussy with his other hand. "Tell me how much you like me finger fucking your ass."
"Master, I…I want to cum."
"That's not what I asked you." He spanked me, hard.
I swallowed, pushed through my shyness and said, "I love the feel of your finger in my ass, Master."
"Good." He released his tight grip on my clit, rubbing instead, as if in apology. "Now tell me what you want me to do to you."
I licked my lips. Jumping in with both feet I said, "First, I want you to play with my nipples. Pinch and suck on them until they are sensitive." I fell silent, not sure how to proceed.
"And then?"
"And then I want you to eat my pussy. While you finger fuck me. Then I want to feel your cock pumping as deep as it can inside of me."
"Is that all?" He said, sounding amused.
"No. After you ready my ass for your cock, I want you to fuck me up the ass, like I know you want to. Master."
Without hesitation, his finger withdrew from my ass, and both hands slid under my stomach, then up to my breasts. He pinched and played until I sobbed with the pleasure/pain. Then, as per instructions, he thrust a finger into my pussy, then two.
"I can't eat you this way, but don't worry, you won't do without."
He withdrew completely, coming back momentarily. I smiled at the sound of a vibrater, buzzing happily in the room. At the first touch of the vibrater on my clit, I jumped. He used the toy with skill, almost bring me to orgasm, again. The vibrater turned off, and simultaneously, there was a pressure of another toy against my ass.
I held still as he worked the dildo in, inch by inch. When it slid up and down freely, he switched to what I assumed was an anal plug, which surprised me- my husband had been a busy boy. The plug stretched my hole like it had never been stretched before. The feeling was foreign, but not painful, and I found myself looking forward to when his cock filled me. I knew I would be fulfilling a fantasy of his, which made the experience even more exciting.
The anal plug stopped, fully submerged. Then I felt the head of my husbands cock touch the opening of my pussy. The thought of him fucking me with a dildo in my ass made me groan.
There was no resistance as he sunk into me, his balls slapping my sensitive clit, then held still.
I made a strangled sound.
"Not yet. You may not cum until I say."
He pumped slowly. In and out.
"Please, Master Neal. I need to…"
He pumped again.
"Please, I-"
"What? You need to what? Beg me, slut."
Please became a prayer as he fucked me with aching slowness, until I screamed in demand.
"Please Master- let me cum. I need to…"
With that he pumped faster, giving me the release I begged for.
"Now."
The word served as a catalyst. I lasted only moments more, and the sensation of being filled so completely made me cum so hard, I held my breath as he fucked me. My vision went dark, until my spasms subsided.
Before I could recover, the plug was removed, and the sound of lubricant could be heard. I was eager as he positioned his cock to my ass, rubbing the opening with his slick head. Still flying high on my orgasm, I groaned as the head of his dick worked its way into my opening.
He was vocal as his cock sunk further, moaning and growling in appreciation. We both hummed as he sank home, and began pumping. I couldn't hold still, so I shifted my hips back and forth a little, creating more friction.
"Oh, God." He groaned, then stiffened.
I grinned as I felt him come, his cock pulsing with pleasure.
He stood for a moment, breathing heavy, then slipped from me. While he leaned over me to release my wrists, he whispered in a raspy accent, "Next time, wench, we'll play surrender your booty."




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