Seth: 50 years old with brown hair. He’s trim and fit for his age after many years of recreational exercise. This makes him look younger than his years. He tends to be extroverted, loves being with friends or groups and places high value on relationships. Seth is bisexual with no clear preference for any gender romantically or sexually.
Beth: 42 years old with long dark hair. Like Seth, she has a trim fit body from years of recreational fitness. More of an introvert than Seth, she turns heads when she walks into a room and is enjoying her years of sexual renaissance and embracing who she is as a sexual woman without shame.
1
It had been a long day at work. Seth found himself at home alone, jittery and full of negative energy. He dimmed the lights, put on a record and started to unwind. Cooking while listening to music was one way that he could erase a day of work stress. His job as a manager in a small non-profit was equally rewarding and full of challenges. His wife understood; she was also in management. Her way of unwinding differed than his in some ways and overlapped in others. They both loved running and fitness, and frequently pounded the pavement around their neighbourhood, which kept their bodies fit and their mental game strong.
Seth started chopping up vegetables and prepping for pasta. Beth would be home soon, and he wanted to make sure he had everything taken care of. She worked from home and had ducked out to a fitness class just as he walked through the door.
The sounds of Bruce Springsteen filled the room (a new gift Seth received for Christmas, he always asked for records), and the smells of grilled onions and peppers wafted everywhere. He didn’t hear Beth walk in until the door slammed as she tried to prevent their cat from escaping …. again.
Beth walked into the kitchen wearing short shorts and a sports bra. Her skin glistened with perspiration, and her cheeks were flushed. “Good workout?” Seth asked?
”Yeah. That new instructor is a beast. My legs were shaking so bad by the end.” It took a lot to tire Beth, so Seth could only imagine the intensity. She came close and filled a glass of water from the sink. “Smells good”
“So do you”, Seth said, moving closer. His hands were wet from cutting up veggies, so he kept them to himself but moved in for a soft kiss. Her lips tasted of salt. In a moment of inspiration, he gently licked her cheek. Also salt. She’d obviously worked up quite the sweat. Beth gave him a knowing glance. She knew him. Knew what he liked. He looked in her eyes, then tilted his head down and moved close, breathing in. Beth lifted an arm, and he breathed deep her scent. His cock stirred in his pants. Her intoxicating aroma always did it for him. No deodorant at his request. She smiled and left him there half hard, staring after her as she padded off to the shower.
Seth hurried up his prep so he could have everything ready for her, then just as he heard the shower taps turn off, he sprinted upstairs. Beth was just stepping out of the shower and he grabbed a fresh towel that he’d had washed and ready for her just for this occasion. He always met her after a bath or shower to dry her off. As she took the towel away and bent over to wrap up her hair, he would put lotion on her back to make her life easier. Their routine didn’t need words. It was well rehearsed. A pattern they both loved.
Downstairs Seth went to plate up dinner soon followed by Beth who sat at the table, greeted bowl of pasta, a glass of water and her favourite hot sauce. They ate and talked about their days. The conversation drifted to travel plans, their favourite subject lately. Beth had all their travel for the next six years plotted out on a spreadsheet. Their most recent trip to a nudist beach in Mexico was still fresh on their minds, and a trip to Ireland and Amsterdam was coming in a few short months.
After dinner, Seth tidied up the kitchen. He put on an Ed Sheeran record, her favourite and fixed them both a gin and tonic. They sat on the patio behind their small home and listened to the romantic tunes, talking training plans and family news. Seth rubbed her feet, another practiced routine with lotion he kept at hand. His strong hands used just the right pressure on her tired feet.
After a time, they moved back inside, turned off the music and prepared to switch to another favourite stress release. Seth leaned against the kitchen counter and gave her that look. He licked his lips. “You want it, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes please. If you don’t mind. It’s been a stressful day, and I could use the release.” Beth stepped closer. She was shorter than him by about 5 inches, but the energy shifted, and he could see the power of this athletic woman as she approached. Seth felt nervous. He loved this part. His cock strained against his pants, trying to break free. The anticipation and nerves were thrilling. Half the fun. He wanted to say “stop,” but knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until it happened.
SLAP
Her hand collided with his cheek after she wound up with just the right amount of force. It hurt. Just a little. But it wouldn’t leave a mark. Over the years, they’d learned to satisfy his craving for the hardest possible hit without leaving bruises. His whole body tensed, and then this giant whoosh of a release overcame him. It felt so fucking good. His gaze fell back on her. This sexy woman. God, she was sexy. Powerful. Beautiful.
SLAP
Again, with her other hand this time. No less thrilling. Each time she wound up, Seth got briefly scared and nervous and then after the initial sting of impact, he would feel this complete addictive release of tension.
SLAP.
Harder this time. Right on the edge. They were both tense and desperate to release the building eroticism.
“Bedroom?” Yes. Yes please.
2
Once in the bedroom, Seth busily prepared the room. He laid the large, expensive leakproof blanket on the bed. Arranged lube and four dildos of increasing size. This would be used later, but best to be ready. He had time. Beth had disappeared to get dressed. He stripped down, his lean athletic body now naked and sitting nervously on the side of the bed. Waiting. Excited. Fidgeting and full of anticipation. How had he gotten so lucky? How had he found her?
A few minutes later, he heard her approach. It’s hard to miss the sound of heels walking on the wood floor. Click. Click. Click. Around the corner, she comes wearing four inch heels, her legs bare and in a tight black mini dress that barely covers her bum. Her breasts are small, befitting her athletic frame. Her ass is tight and perfectly proportioned. Her long dark hair cascades beautifully over one shoulder. She’s taller in the heels. Powerful. Like a panther stalking her prey. She walks up to Seth and puts her hand on his face. Her thumb in his mouth. He sucks gently. She pulls him away from the bed, and he knows what’s next.
First on his knees. Looking up at her tall, powerful body. Again, he’s excited and nervous. She looks so strong, and she’s fucking beautiful like this. Seth would do anything for her. All she would have to do was command it. He lies on the floor. It’s cold and hard, uncomfortable on his back. Beth walks around him, and he tries to steal a look up her skirt, but she purposefully won’t give him the angle he needs. Eventually, she asks. He’s been waiting.
“Are you a good boy?”
Yes. Yes, I am, Seth thinks. But he waits for her to say more. He’s quiet.
“Let’s see how good you can be for me”. Beth lifts a foot and places it on Seth’s chest. Gently. The flat of the toe and the spiky heel giving equal soft pressure. He looks again, and there it is. A silky black thong just visible between her spread legs.
“That’s not good. Are you looking up my skirt? Dirty boy.” Beth presses suddenly with her foot, putting body weight into it. The pressure builds on Seth’s chest, the heel digging into skin. His cock leaps off his stomach as he goes rock hard, it’s a 7” shaft engorged, revealing a thick head drooling precum.
She relents a little, and he whimpers. He wanted more. His hands go up and rub her leg. Gently. A gesture of worship as he lay prone below her. Again, she presses, and Seth moans. The pain feels so enticing. He’s washed over with this feeling of sex, lust and complete devotion. Again, she relents. Steps off. He sits up and hugs her leg. His hands wandering up until he can feel the warmth of her pussy just above his fingers. Nervously, he touches just ever so lightly, brushing his knuckles on the satin of her panties. She smiles and steps away, motioning to the bed.
Seth stands and walks to the bed. He knows what’s next and bends over with his feet on the floor and torso on the mattress. His ass is exposed, and he feels the cool air on his cheeks. Click. Click. Click. She walks toward him.
A stinging pain lights up his right cheek as her hand hits his ass. Then ever so gently she rubs it. It’s tender, and Beth knows he likes the caress after the impact. Now the left cheek. And again, a gentle rub. This repeats until his skin turns pink, then red. His firm, smooth athletic ass begins to welt a little, and she knows that’s the limit. He’s wiggling his bum, the pink of his anus visible to her, bringing back the urges to fuck him. But that’s later.
Seth rolls over onto the bed, and a large wet spot is revealed where he has leaked copious amounts of precum. He grabs the massage lotion and watches Beth as she begins to strip for him. First revealing her small breasts, then her stomach and finally her panties. Self-consciously, Seth knows he’s staring. This never gets old. It’s intoxicating. As Beth steps toward the bed, she slides down her panties and gives him a brief glimpse of her mound before she lies on her stomach. It’s time for Seth to go to work. Time for her massage.
3
He straddles her, sitting on her bum. Warming the lotion in his hands, he begins to work on her back, alternating between firm and soft pressure. Seth knows her body. The aches and pains of her athletic hobbies and sitting at a desk. He twists and pushes in all the right places, his hands expertly gliding over her in a well-practised, familiar motion. This goes on for a long time as she rests her cheek on the bed and closes her eyes, content in the touch.
There was a time early in their relationship that she would ask if this was ok. If he minded giving her massages. Beth finally gave up asking when she believed him that this wasn’t a chore. It was a gift. He felt honoured that she allowed him to touch her. She let him put his hands on her for as long as he liked. He could take his time. Explore her body. For Seth, this was pleasure. It was the ultimate expression of how deeply he worshipped her.
After what seemed like a long while, he pivoted to her legs. Beth’s hamstrings always gave her trouble, so he was careful to loosen them up. He knew where to press hard and where to avoid. Once the legs were done to his satisfaction, he would move on to her bum. Beth went for frequent professional massages, but they could never touch her like he did. Not even close. His hands worked the muscles of her bum but also explored the creases below her cheeks. The gap between her legs and vulva careful not to stimulate her too much. Not yet. He wasn’t shy about massaging her anus, and he knew it provided her with a unique sensation. The pressure and the touch were new to her when they met, and she soon began to crave it.
Soon, he flipped her over and began working the front of her legs. The massage now getting close to an hour in length he decided he should begin on her chest and stomach. Again, her massage therapist never did this, and it was such a unique sensation. His hands caressing her flat stomach and breasts. Gently and thoroughly touching every inch of her again and again. He even paid attention to her armpits, his most recent fascination. Seth was like this. He would become intoxicated by specific parts of her body and hyperfocus on them, feeding his arousal. His only disappointment was that the massage oil erased the natural scent of her armpits that had become a focal point of his arousal. He would sometimes ask to smell her before leaving for the day, and noticed with glee that the smell lingered on his nose for the whole drive. Beth began wearing less deodorant at his request. Their routines became symbiotic.
Finally, Seth finished the massage on her neck. The vulnerable spot where she could be choked, but knew she never would be. His loving, gentle touch again giving her sensations that few ever felt as his fingers danced over her trachea and neckline.
Shuffling down between her legs, he pulled her knees apart and knelt before her. She knew what was coming. There would be no rush. He never rushed. These fingers would lightly touch her first around her vulva and eventually moving to ever so gently separate her folds exposing her pink vaginal opening. With practiced familiarity, he danced around her and gently warmed her up. He never stopped being curious. Never grew tired of exploring and looking. Touching.
Eventually, when he sensed her building need, he put lube on his fingers and gently rubbed her until he was sure she would be ready. Reaching for the smallest dildo, he again lubed it up. It was a gorgeous brown skinned lifelike cock with veins and balls. 6” in length and not girthy it was a perfect start. Gently, he’d move it into her and listen for her cues. Her gasps. With one hand, he’d make love to her with the dildo while the other would massage her clit. Slow at first. Gentle. Moving in and out, paying attention to her breath. When her head tilts back and her eyes close, he knows he has her.
To Seth, this is great for two reasons. He gets to provide pleasure to her, and he gets to imagine. Imagine this cock fucking his wife. This beautiful cock. So lifelike and right there in front of him, sliding into her pussy. Her groans confirming her joy. She likes it. He begins to move quicker sensing her building urgency. His thumb gliding over her clit. The dildo working its magic deep inside her. Her thighs begin to quiver, and he knows she’s close.
“Oh Seth. Oh Seth. I’m going to come. Oh fuck I’m going to come”. He loves this. And he wishes she’d call a different name. Fitting for his fantasy that another man fucks her. Another man brings her to a desperate orgasm. But also, he loves her orgasms. His own cock is pulsing with joy. He wishes it was in there with the other cock, slick with her juices, feeling the other cock gliding beside his.
She comes, loudly announcing it, and he laughs internally. The poor neighbours. Seth knows her rest period. He can sense it. He swaps out for the next dildo. Slightly larger, light-skinned and much softer. He probes at her sensitive vulva until he sees her relax. With this one, he likes to pull all the way out and reinsert it. When he does this, he can see her vaginal canal stay open for a brief time. He looks in longingly. It never takes long with the second one. She’s sensitive and ready. Soon, he’s vigorously fucking her with it, the softness of this one allowing him to press right up to her cervix. She comes violently, the screams louder than the last ones. “SETH!”
His cock is drooling again. He’s excited. His stomach has butterflies. He reaches for Henry. That’s what they named this beast. It’s only 5” long, but it’s girthy and rigid. A hard, thick cock. He has to start slowly, allowing her to adjust. It doesn’t take long, though, and she’s moaning again. Seth loves the idea of her being excited by this thick cock. She begins pushing against him, demanding it inside her. Sometimes, if he’s lucky, she will role-play a bit. Asking if he likes seeing another cock fuck her. He loves this but doesn’t want to push too hard. He knows she’s saying this for him. For his fantasy. Yes, he likes it. He’s excited that this magnificent cock is fucking her. Henry, in particular, gives her wicked orgasms. Eventually, her thighs quiver, and her hips buck wildly. She comes again and begs for a break. A time out.
Seth reaches for the new dildo. They tried it once, and he remains hopeful. It’s a monster. 9” long and even thicker than Henry. She declines. Not today, but maybe one day. Seth can remain hopeful. She asks for Henry again, and in minutes she’s had three more orgasms, all of incredible intensity. She’s spent. Tired. Her pussy is vibrating with every nerve ending on high alert.
“I want your cock in me now”.
Seth looks down at his forgotten cock. Sure enough, it’s hard as a rock his body responding to what just happened. He moves up and slides into her. In his mind, her pussy has just been fucked by other men’s cocks. It’s warm and sensitive.
Every stroke of his cock inside her sends electrical sensations through her. Sometimes she comes again. Sometimes not. Tonight she does. “Oh fuck. I’m going to come again. I’m going to come again. Oh fuck I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming!” She screams, sounding equally pleasured and surprised. He hasn’t cum yet. He fucks her through her orgasm now pounding deep inside her, his pelvis slapping against her.
“Come inside me, Seth. Cum in me. Please cum in me.” Works every time. His orgasm is massive as he fills her pussy with his ejaculate following her instructions. He collapses. Exhausted. Their bodies covered in sweat as they catch their breath. Seth rolls away and watches his cum leak out of her. He wipes it away for her and lays on his back in post orgasm bliss. His eyes heavy.
After a minute, they cuddle, and Seth whispers to her. “Can I give you a bath?”
4
They haven’t done this often. It’s new for them, but quickly it’s becoming a favourite. Seth runs a warm bath. Gathers the fancy soap, the best towels and a wash mitt. When it is all ready, Beth lies in the warm water. He lathers up the mitt and begins washing her. Every part of her. Gently. Lots of soap and warm water, not leaving anything unwashed.
He washes her hair. Uses conditioner and rinses it all out carful to get none in her eyes. He’s attentive and methodical. Warm and loving. Content and happy in the task. Honoured to be gifted this time with her. Beth relaxes in the warmth. Her orgasms have left her content, and the aftercare is bliss. This man loves her. He loves her so much she can feel it in the air between them.
At some point last year, they had attended a kink workshop. The person running the course had used the word worship and something clicked in Seth’s brain. That was it. That was the word. It’s how he felt. He genuinely worshipped Beth. To him, she was a Goddess. This felt right and was how he wanted to spend the rest of his days. In service to this gorgeous human. It excited him. Filled him with possibility. But he was also nervous of her rejection, fearful she wouldn’t let him.
He finished the bath with his hands. Washing her bum and vulva with the careful attention of his warm, bare hands. Slowly. Meticulously. Draining the water, he again wrapped her in a big dry towel. He stared into her eyes and kissed her. When he pulled back from the kiss, she had a mischievous look in her eye.
“Get in the tub she said.”
5
Seth lay in the tub. Still warm but drained of water. His naked body shivered a bit because he knew what was coming. His cock knew what was coming. It was erect again. Anticipating. His pupils dilated, and he was paying close attention, not wanting to miss anything.
Beth dropped her towel and stood above him naked. She stared into his eyes and asked him if he was ready. Asked him if he was a dirty boy. One leg went up on the side of the tub. He looked and saw the soft folds of her vulva. She tilted her pelvis toward him. Stood frozen in time and looking at him as if she was fascinated by him.
Then this spray of urine erupted from her, splashing over his chest. He gasps in pleasure. The smell hitting him at the same time as the warmth. She rocks her hips back and forth, and the stream of her piss moves. It’s not so much one stream as it splits and splashes over him. Hitting his erect cock. Drowning his chest and stomach, and finally reaching his face. He does not flinch. His eyes are fixed on the source of the urine. He’s enthralled. This feels so bad. So dirty. So completely erotic. His hands rub over his body, trying to cover as much of his skin as he can. His lips part, and a small amount enters his mouth. It tastes like nothing. Maybe like sex. His heart is pounding. She stops, but he knows she has more.
Stepping into the tub and straddling him, Beth sits down on top of him. Their bodies slippery with liquid. His hard cock presses desperately against her. She lifts up and slides down on top of him. Her knees must hurt on the hard surface, but she doesn’t care. She’s aroused, and she’s fucking him. Lifting up and down on his shaft, her pussy lips grasping tightly.
Then she slows. Her eyes concentrate, and then her face relaxes. He feels warmth again and looks down. She is pissing with his cock inside her, the pale golden liquid spurting out onto his shaft and balls. As she begins fucking him again, the pee comes in spurts.
Seth’s brain is confused. Aroused. He’s never felt this way. This is so bad and so good. He knows he’s going to cum, and he does. He can’t resist. He yells, and his second orgasm of the night mixes his cum with her piss. Beth looks satisfied. Like the cat that caught the mouse.
“My turn to do the fucking.” she says. Dirty and wet, they retreat to the large leakproof blanket on the bed. Another dildo awaits. This one is attached to a harness.
6
Beth turns on the candles around the room. She tells Seth to lie on the bed as she slides the harness up her naked body. She likes how the dildo feels like her cock. It makes her feel sexy and in charge.
Seth lies on his back while Beth kneels between his knees. She loves the way the candlelight reflects off his chest; she finds his body so sexy. She leans down and kisses him passionately, and runs her hand through his hair. With her other hand, she grabs the lube and rubs it over her fingers.
She slowly begins to rub her fingers around Seth’s anus. She loves the way his glands puff up in arousal. He starts to moan and push into her fingers. She knows that means he’s ready for her. She slowly slides one finger inside him and begins stroking back and forth. He gasps in pleasure and pushes into her hand. She slides in a second finger and fucks him slowly and rhythmically with her hand.
Beth takes his cock in her other hand and slides her fingers up and down the length of him. Seth can barely take it. “Omg omg omg omg.” He is writhing against her. Pushing his ass hard against the palm of her hand.
“Do you want my cock?” she asks.
“Yes”, he gasps.
She pulls out her fingers and wraps them around her cock, guiding its head towards his anus. He puts his hands behind his thighs and pulls his legs back. He is open and ready for her. She slides her cock in slowly. Locking eyes with him. She loves making love to him. Being inside him. “Tell me you love me”, he says, watching her.
“I love you so much, Seth.”
She leans over and kisses him while she begins fucking him. She loves this feeling. It’s unlike anything she has felt before. She starts off slowly, but soon she can hardly contain her desire. It feels so amazing, and she can’t stop pulling him towards her. Her thighs slap the back of his ass, and she fucks him harder and harder. He lifts his legs up and rests them on her shoulders. Her long hair hangs down around her breasts. She is glistening with sweat as she moans in ecstasy.
Seth can tell she is about to come. He loves it when she orgasms while fucking him. “Omg I’m going to come” she shouts. She holds on to his hips and thrusts hard while the orgasm rocks her body. She quivers and shakes as she collapses on top of him. Her body sweaty against his. “I love you so much”, she says, and he feels it. He feels her love.
7
They cuddle for a while, then Seth moves. It’s late, and he wants to clean up. He pads into the bathroom to start the shower, getting the water hot and then returns to the bedroom to grab sex toys and the bed pad. He washes the toys and throws the pad into the laundry as Beth steps into the shower. He makes sure he is there to greet her again with a towel and a glass of water. After quickly rinsing off, he joins her in bed. They recently remodelled their bedroom to be more cozy and, at Seth’s request, prettier. Their bed is luxurious and comfortable, a great place for them to sleep as Beth wraps Seth in her arms. She is the big spoon. She’s always the big spoon. It’s very specific. Seth likes his bum pressed up against her, her right arm over him and holding him across his chest, and her left arm under his pillow. Without it, he often struggles to sleep, and so does she. Eventuall,y she will move away in the night, but she will also grab him a few times, pulling him back like a wayward stuffy. He sleeps through it, but knows it happens on some level. Revels in the comfort of it as much as she.
The next morning, he is up at 5 making oatmeal and coffee. The smell entices her downstairs, and they enter their usual routine. Reading the news, books, working on puzzles and eating. Before the day starts, though, they reconnect with a cuddle. Again, there is a routine. Seth lies on his back on the sofa, and Beth lays between his legs with her torso on his chest. His legs wrap around her and cross at the ankles, using the flexibility he has from years of yoga. His arms envelope her shoulders. They lay there, sometimes talking and sometimes quiet. On this occasion, they review the sex of the day before. Mention their favourite parts, make plans to do it all again. They love their sex, their secrets. It’s like they are being bad. Partners in crime. Fuck the world. Fuck the rules and the patriarchy, what’s normal or not. Their day starts in cahoots with each other, teammates and lovers.
8
After work, Beth has made dinner, and it’s ready when Seth returns from a yoga class. He talks about all the sexy bodies he saw in class and asks when she’ll join him again. They eat, then retire to the sofa to watch TV and maybe have a quieter evening than yesterday. Seth pulls out foot lotion and asks permission to rub her feet. She agrees. For the next 30 minutes, Seth works his hands over her feet and lower legs, working off a long day where she ran and went to the gym. He loves doing this, being in service, taking care of her. Her body is endlessly fascinating to him. It seems impossible it will ever get boring. As the silly show they watch flips to a new episode, he asks if he can put lotion on her arms and rub her shoulders. Again, she agrees, taking off her top and sitting between his legs in just her bra. A beige bra, nothing special, but Beth smiles because she knows Seth.
There is no boring underwear to him. They all entice him. He has a very thorough underwear fetish, ranging from the ordinary to the exotic. Seth often buys Beth panties, bras or lingerie. At one point, he surprised her by asking her to wear “grandma underwear.” The large comfy beige kind. She’s no longer surprised and oddly comforted that as she ages, he will like it all. His own collection of underwear is impressive for a man. He has thongs of his own, lace “panties”, briefs of every sort and colour, as well as a variety of boxers.
Once the show ends, Seth becomes restless. He doesn’t want more TV. He leans in and puts his head on her back and whispers, “you smell good.” She pivots her torso and lifts her arm. Seth inhales her scent. No deodorant. She often won’t put more on after her runs, so he can smell her natural scent. Something stirs inside him, and he pushes her onto the sofa, burying his nose in her armpit. The smell is strong today, and he’s aroused. He can’t help it and begins to lick her armpit, rubbing his nose on the skin. She squirms at the familiar sensation. The quiet evening is about to become busy.
They go upstairs, and Beth reaches under the mattress, where, sandwiched over the box spring, is a strap. One on each corner of the bed. “Get undressed, lie down”, she commands. Seth obliges laying on his back. She secures each wrist and ankle in a cuff and tightens him down onto the mattress. “I’ll be back later”, she says and disappears. He knows this game. She won’t tell him how long she will be gone. That’s the way he likes it. Has he been abandoned? Will he spend all night there? An hour? Three hours? His cock reacts and stands at attention. It’s so hard it begins to hurt, but he can’t reach it or touch himself. He listens to the noises of the house. The heat pump is humming away, a dripping tap. There is nothing else. Did she leave? He didn’t think he heard the car start. His mind races through the possibilities. Will he need to be rescued? What will she do when she returns? For Seth, this is peak eroticism.
After 45 minutes or so, he hears footsteps. She’s coming upstairs. Beth walks in without saying anything, a small smile on her lips. She strolls toward him with something in her hand. Before he could figure it out, she presses fabric against his nose. “Smell”, she said. Her panties are wet and being thrust into his face. “I masturbated and read some dirty stories downstairs. My panties are soaked.” Seth sticks his tongue out slightly. Beth notices and moves the panties down over his tongue, allowing him to taste her. Once again, his cock swells. It’s so sore, begging for release. He moans. His face is flushed, and his breathing is fast and shallow.
Beth walks to their closet and pulls out a bin where they store toys. She comes out with a sucker toy that she uses to work her clit. The thing about this toy is that it reliably causes her to squirt. Sometimes just a little, sometimes a lot. She gets him to lift his bum and slides a small pad under him, but does not untie him. Then, stripping down naked, she crawls on top of him with her pelvis over his chest. She is on her knees, giving a few precious inches of room between them. The toy turns on and buzzes. Beth puts it on her clit where it grabs hold and relentlessly vibrates and sucks. Her eyes close and her thighs begin to quiver. It never takes long. “Oh fuck, omg, oh fuck OH FUCK!”
The first orgasm is already intense, and sure enough, a jet of warm ejaculate bursts onto Seth’s chest and stomach. Her legs are shaking, and she’s out of breath, but she knows to pause and rub it all over him. Over his belly and chest. He likes that. His skin is slick with her cum. She makes eye contact with him and can see the desperate look in his eyes. He licks his lips, and his face pleads. She knows.
Moving upward, she positions her pussy over his face. Seth is excited now and his eyes are glued to her vulva in anticipation. The toy comes on again. BZZZZ BZZZZ, Suck, Suck. Beth can’t help it. She’s never been quiet at orgasms. Soon enough, she is shouting “I’m going to come, OMG, I’m going to come, oh fuck oh fuck Seth, I’m going to Come!”
This time it’s even more. She sprays over his face, drenching him in warm liquid. His hair is even wet. His mouth wide open and eyes closed, he gets a mouthful of her cum. He holds it in his mouth savouring it before swallowing, then licks his lips, trying to get more. He opens his eyes to see Beth staring at him. She appreciates how he revels in her juices. How it turns him on. She places the toy down and moves down the bed. She rubs his slick nipple with one hand as she slides her pussy down on his cock. Once he’s buried deep inside her, she rests her body weight on him, not fucking just sitting on his cock, playing with his sensitive nipple.
“You liked that, didn’t you? You like how I taste.” Seth nods. He feels so aroused he’s almost panicked. He doesn’t know what to do with this energy. He starts to grind his pelvis against her, feeling the slick of her pussy on his shaft. She doesn’t allow him to thrust, keeping her weight firmly down on him so he’s left with only the sensations he can get from grinding. He can feel his thick cock head deep inside her, rubbing against her wet vagina. He can still taste her cum, feel the wetness on his body. Her breasts and hair look enticing as she mounts him, proudly displaying her athletic body for him.
Without a single thrust, Seth cums. Hard. His cum bursting inside her and filling her pussy. She smiles. He was hers. She conquered him. Owned him, and he loved it. He’s hers. Belongs to her. Her sex toy. Exactly what he craves being. In her service, for her pleasure until he can’t contain it and explodes in his own release.
Eventually, she pulls off him. Unties him and kisses him. Grateful, Seth moves to clean up, wash the toy, do the laundry and again run the shower.
9
Seth is nervous. It’s the weekend, and they haven’t had sex in a couple of days. He is horny and has something to ask. Beth may say no. He’s been enjoying the games they play with slapping and spanking, but craves more. What if….
He heads out the door on a run, a tempo workout. Problems seem somehow to also sort themselves out on a run. His brain is working in the background. There is also the sensation after a run, his body tired and spent, relieved of tension.
His mind starts to imagine what it would be like to go further than just a slap. He’s chasing a release and a peak feeling of excitement. He wants her to hit him. More. Harder. But they already know his face has reached the limit where they can only hit so hard or there are bruises. So what about a punch? Seth feels kind of guilty like he’s asking for too much. What he really craves is to be roughed up, beaten up. Within limits, of course. He needs to trust the person and as far as he knows he only trusts Beth. It’s a bit like that spent post-run feeling, except more. More erotic. More transgressive. More fun.
He is chasing this feeling of being brought to the edge and then held. Comforted. Saved. He wants the danger and pain followed by the release of tension. They haven’t done this, though, and maybe this time she will say no. She’s not a violent person erring instead on being overly kind. Home from his run, he broaches the subject, though and is surprised when she immediately agrees.
Now he’s excited and scared. He’s always scared. That’s half the fun. The anticipation of it. The fear. Is this going to happen?! He feels a wet spot and looks down, sure that he has just released a fair amount of precum and it will soak through his running shorts. It’s always amazing to him how his body reacts to sex talk, kink talk. Fetish talk. His mind loves to talk about deep things, intimacy, and romance. It loves secrets and doing naughty things. It loves her.
They make plans to try it soon. Seth remembers the first time she slapped him and how he was stunned that she committed and did it with force. He thought she’d wade in gently, but no. That sealed it; he was addicted. The surprise and force of it is immediately intoxicating. Would this be the same? Would it hurt? Knock the wind out of him? She is an athlete, strong and able. There was little doubt she could punch. This reassured him, excited him and scared him. He questioned himself. Was this healthy? Why did he crave this? Should he care? If they both liked it, why should he care? The conflict of the thought never overcame the desire. They made plans to give it a try later, and he spent the rest of the day in nervous anticipation.
10
The day came and went. Filled by a gym workout, some house chores and the errands that occupy us all. Seth periodically thought of the escalation in their kink but also stayed focused on his day. After dinner, they both felt tired and accomplished from all they did and retired to the bedroom to read books seeming to have forgotten the idea of “the punch.” At some point, Jess mentioned their earlier talk and that it excited her. “Me too,” Seth said, “very much. It seems so hot, and yet I’m nervous. Maybe we can think about it for a while and see.” They both agreed, somewhat relieved. Searching his thoughts, Seth knew he was craving this feeling of being beaten and exhausted. Spent. He craved the release of tension but couldn’t quite figure out the reasons or decide if it was a good idea. They talked more, cuddled and then kissed. Once their tongues touched ever so briefly, the familiar feel of arousal came. Seth, just for a second, wondered if he’d ever tire of this. He knew the answer was no. How lucky he was to find a person that matched his sexual energy.
He kissed her neck, one hand wandering to her breast. A small mound protruding from her pyjama top. It was curious to Seth how men preferred large breasts, and he was the opposite. Sliding his hand south as they continued to kiss, he felt her flat stomach and hip bone as he moved toward the familiar warmth of her vulva. Her kisses intensified as his hand rested on her, warming her and bringing blood to the area.
Seth broke from the kiss and slid off the bed, onto his knees on the floor, tugging her legs to the edge of the bed. Down came her pyjama bottoms, and his face dove between her legs, his tongue taking a swipe at her mound. No hurry. No rush. He wanted to taste her. Make her wet. Make her want it. He liked when she got close to the point of frustration with the desire to orgasm. She didn’t like being edged, so he didn’t name what he was doing, just did it. Eventually, his tongue pierced her vagina, tasting her most intimate parts. He always marvelled at the taste, lapping it up. The aroma and flavours of her intoxicated him. In as deep as his tongue could manage, he licked and probed, causing her to moan and push back against his face.
Seth pulled his tongue out and began swiping back and forth over her clit and the soft area around it. He paused to wet two of his fingers with his mouth and insert them in her before resuming the work of his tongue. This was always the sex that aroused Seth the most. His cock would be harder than ever and leaking precum. It almost hurt when he paid attention to it, but he preferred to ignore his erection completely and focus on her. Using the “come hither” motion with his fingers inside her, he moved his tongue around, chasing the spots where she made the most sounds of pleasure. It seemed to change, but he was closely attuned. When her breathing changed, he could tell she was close. In went another finger, and the intensity of his tongue increased. In seconds, she was making her familiar yell, “Oh Seth, fuck Seth, I’m coming Seth.”
This caused him a frenzy. Each time she orgasmed from oral sex, Seth found himself deeply aroused. It always felt personal to him to be granted permission to put his mouth on her. It was so intimate, even more than intercourse. He frequently felt what he would describe as a horny panic. Like he couldn’t get enough or stop. He had to give her a second before he started again, as she was so sensitive, but he didn’t want to. He needed his tongue back on her and to feel his fingers on her wet insides. It took mere seconds to bring her back to orgasm, this one stronger than the last. Then a third, him pausing only the briefest moment to let her recover.
“Fuck me, I want your cock inside me”, she said. This was familiar. After a few orgasms, she wanted him inside her. He joined her on the bed and kissed her so she could taste herself. She licked his lips, swiped inside his mouth with her tongue, enjoying her own flavours. He pressed his bulbous cock head against her pussy and left it there for a second. She groaned in frustration and reached down to grab his shaft, pulling him inside. He went slow though. So slow. Each stroke under control, burying himself all the way in and then retracting with practiced pace. Because his cock head was thicker than the rest of him, it rubbed on her G-spot as it passed, expanded her when it re-entered her, then allowed the walls of her pussy to close around the shaft. The motion was driving her crazy. His pace increased the sensation as she craved him to fuck her harder, and she was surprised, as always, that her body responded with a sudden orgasm. He took this as his cue to fuck her. It was the one time he could continue as she came, not taking a break or pausing. She could come while he fucked. His pelvis collided with hers as she rode the orgasm. He would pull almost all the way out and thrust violently back. Sweat began to form on their bodies. “Cum in me”, she’d say. He resisted the instruction this time. He wanted other words.
“I want you to have my baby”. This was another common one between them. They were now too old to have kids, that time had passed, and he’d had a vasectomy. They‘d met later in life, and both had lamented not having a child together, but it made for a shared fantasy. She’d grant him that in bed. Agree to it. Tell him she wanted his baby and he would cum. He’d release himself inside her and pray that against all odds it would somehow work. Then he’d roll away and pull her to him as they caught their breath. He’d feel the remnants of his ejaculate and taste her again on his mouth. They’d fall asleep spent and satisfied. The kinky talk of punching forgotten. Some things may be best left a fantasy? A very hot one, but maybe unexplored? We shall see.
11
Beth was really good at keeping custody of their sex toys. They had several to choose from, and one that kept coming back on rotation was called “Mr Sparkles.” It was a freebie thrown in by a sex shop after a particular large order. It was vaguely shaped like a penis but literally silver with sparkles. A press of a button would cause the “cock” to rotate in small circles. It had attached to it this rabbit vibrator that would stimulate her clit. There were three speeds to this device, and if used correctly, it would reliably give Beth strong orgasms, even on occasion, causing her to squirt.
This was the toy Beth presented Seth with that afternoon. It was a low effort toy for hi,m requiring no real work on his part other than to hold it in place. A great option for a day of low energy. He didn’t really find that the sight of the toy enticed him like the ones that looked like a real cock. The ones he could fantasize about being attached to another man that fucked her. The real fun with Mr Sparkles was her orgasm. THAT always got Seth excited. Once she’d had the first orgasm, he was fully invested. Paying rapt attention to her and spacing out the toy between them to help her ride the wave to four or five orgasms. He heard Dan Savage talk about the orgasm gap, where women didn’t get near as many as the lazy men that simply fucked their wives, rolled over and went to sleep. That was never going to happen here. Beth would have as many as she wanted or he’d die trying.
And so went a low-key day for them for sex. They could now build back up for a bigger day and save their energy.
12
Seth had been out coaching a run clinic only to return home to find Beth stepping out of the shower. She gave him a coquettish look before saying “I left the water on for you” and disappearing into the bedroom. Once rinsed off, he walks naked into the bedroom to find her lying face down on the bed with her hips ever so slightly raised, exposing her bum to him in the most vulnerable of ways. “It’s been a while, and I was hoping you’d be in the mood for anal sex”, she says, looking over her shoulder.
Seth looks down at his rapidly inflating cock and replies, “Oh, I think I’m into it.” He quickly moves to the bed and dives face-first into the inviting crack between her perfectly formed athletic ass cheeks. He has always marvelled at how sexy an anus can be. It’s like this mysterious, inviting area that so many people avoid for fear of …. what? Being gay? Poop? Being Bad? Seth doesn’t get it. In fact, he loves looking at it and very much loves licking it. It tastes like skin, sweat and the sweet pheromones of his lover. His tongue dances over the circular rosebud of her anus, exploring every little nuance of it, getting it wet with his saliva. He wants inside but also wants to go slow and enjoy the rare experience. Beth doesn’t often invite him to fuck her ass, so when it happens, it’s a special treat. After some time, he puts two hands under her hip bones to lift her ass up higher and dives his tongue inside her. It takes a second for her to relax and let him, but she does. Once he parts that precious outer ring of muscle, his tongue plunges deep, as far as he possibly can, desperate to penetrate her so intimately. She starts to make little gasping noises and to push back against his face. His tongue pulls out and dives back in fucking her with its slippery surface.
Once he feels like she has properly relaxed, it’s time for a finger. He takes a spit-laden index finger and slowly inserts it, waiting for her to adjust. Never in a rush. Once fully in, he leaves it there and enjoys the feeling of her sphincter closing around it, squeezing him as if to prevent him from leaving. Slowly, he starts to work the finger in and out and in a circular motion to help her open up. The noises start again, mostly gasping from her as she enjoys the unique sensation. Once he feels her push back against his hand, he knows she’s ready for another finger, and he quickly obliges. This time, using it a bit faster, helping her get ready for the intrusion of his cock. It doesn’t take long until she looks back at him and says, “fuck me, fuck my ass please.”
Seth grabs a bottle of lube and slicks up the hole of her anus as well as his throbbing cock. The way he’s built is with a large bulbous head with a narrower shaft, so he knows that once his cock head is past her sphincter, she will be ok. Gently, he pushes his head against her hole, but doesn’t enter her. Just pressure, waiting for her to invite him in. After a few seconds, he can feel her muscles relax, and he pushes again, feeling his cock head slide in the lubed anus and past her outer muscle. This is the part Seth lives for. He loves the sight of his cock entering her ass. It feels so naughty and carnal. It’s sex some would disapprove of, and that makes it so much better. He watches closely as he slowly slides his cock into her ass until his balls touch her cheeks. Leaving his cock resting there, he gives her a minute to adjust. She pushes her hips back against him and wiggles her bum. “More, please, more.”
Then he starts to pull out until just the base of his thick cock head appears before pushing back in. He loves this. It’s so sexy watching her ass open for his cock. Everything is slippery with lube, and she is clearly loving it. Her insides feel so warm and inviting in a different way than her pussy. For a minute or two, he slowly glides in and out of her, at times pulling all the way out, hoping to see her anus remain open again, inviting him back in. When she seems to be getting restless, he knows it’s time to fuck her, and he obliges, pulling out and thrusting harder until a rhythmic slapping of his skin against her buttocks begins to happen like sexy music. He won’t last long, and she knows that, so she pulls away, reaching for something he hasn’t seen. A dildo. The 6-inch one that looks like a beautiful cock.
It’s long been a fantasy of Beth’s to receive double penetration from two men. Something that, despite having shared men before, they haven’t yet tried. Beth takes the dildo and inserts it inside her pussy using one hand to manipulate it while the other holds her body still. It’s lucky she’s an athlete, as this takes some strength. Seth takes the cue and again plunges his cock into her ass. This time it feels different. He can feel the other cock inside her, moving and bumping through thin skin. It makes him wild with imagination. He can’t possibly last; he has to cum, and he’s relieved to hear she’s in a similar state. Moments later, he hears a scream erupt from her throat, and her thighs give a familiar quiver. His body takes this as permission to release his cu,m and he fills her ass with hot ejaculate.
They collapse on the bed as the dildo slides out, soon followed by his coc,k which has become flaccid, both lost in their own fantasies and imaginations.
13
The next day, Seth is doing some chores around the house and thinking about the sex of the previous night. In particular, the joy he felt over the other “penis.” He’s long had fantasies about Beth with other men and for a time wrestled with that vacillating between guilt, bewilderment and arousal. Over time, he’s come to fully understand his desires. Beth, too, has been with other men in mild ways and fantasized about it, but currently doesn’t seem to have any craving for others. Occasionally, they will share erotic talk in bed about a man joining them or being with her, though they haven’t done that in a very long time.
When Seth lets himself fantasize about Beth fucking other men, it’s always the same pattern. He’s good-looking and a very good lover. He’s attentive and treats her like the Queen she is. He puts her pleasure first, and everything about him is exactly what she’s craving. He imagines them talking and building up to when it happens. Her excitement. This man isn’t rushed or vulgar, but rather takes his time. He’s kind and attentive until she wants his aggressiveness. Seth imagines her having amazing sex. Her orgasms causing her to shout into the night as ultimately this man’s fantastic cock pleases her pussy. Her thighs quivering and her breath coming in short rasps as she clings to him in utter bliss. Seth doesn’t get aroused by my mediocre sex. He needs it to be great, needs her to crave this man and enjoy him. The better the experience, the more enticing it is for Seth.
He imagines her coming home and telling him. Asking her for more details and delighting in her excitement. The descriptions of his body, his cock, how he treated her and the depth of her orgasms. He wants to hear that they plan to meet again and that she’s excited about it. This won’t make sense to some people, but Seth has learned it’s actually a pretty common fantasy for men. There is something biological going on that he won’t pretend to understand. Something about sperm competition or reclaiming her. Being the one she keeps coming back to even though the other lover was so good. It motivates him to do more, try harder, and worship her. It makes him wild.
When she’s home from her date, he imagines the sex she describes. His beautiful cock, his chest and his shoulders. His muscular ass flexing as he thrusts into her. He imagines her head tilted back, eyes closed revelling in the pleasure. He thinks or hopes that the remnants of his cum remains in her. That’s the other part of his fantasy that is usually not practical. He hopes they didn’t use a condom. He can imagine the feeling that man has being lucky enough to fuck her bare, releasing his seed into her. Seth delights at the idea of taking her upstairs after and putting his mouth on her, hoping to taste what happened. His cock entering her and creating a milky froth from the other man’s cum, bringing her back to orgasm while letting her mind think about whatever it wants to think about. Is it him? Me? It’s all ok. Holding her after, kissing her, letting her know it’s ok to be a sexual person. It’s ok to receive pleasure. She’s a Goddess to Seth and the idea of men competing for her makes sense to him. That she comes home to him is all the proof he needs that she loves him, and he can bask in that shared eroticism. Seth doesn’t want to be there. It’s not about voyeurism. He has not humiliation or cuckold tendencies, but rather his kink is her pleasure. He can’t get enough of it. He understands she loves him and they have great sex, but he wants more. He’s greedy for her pleasure.
Sometimes Seth tells Beth parts of this. Sometimes he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to objectify her or make her feel in any way “bad.” He’d be lying, though if he said that these thoughts didn’t regularly dance through his brain. In the past, when they have dipped their toes into being with others, he found himself conflicted between nerves and excitement. It took him a long time to land firmly on excitement, and maybe it’s best left to a repeated enticing fantasy.
