She screamed, “Don’t stop fucking me, I’m coming!”
I continued to pump her pussy as she had climax after climax. I fucked her until I couldn’t stand it anymore and collapsed on the bed beside her. She rolled over onto her back next to me.
“That was fucking hot!” she said.
We lay there for a couple of minutes exhausted, and all I could think about was crawling under the covers and going to sleep. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, as I lay there on the bed recovering from the exhaustion of fucking so hard. I heard her come back into the room. I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway in her black dress with her black leather knee-high boots on with a grin on her face. Clarissa pulled up the front of her to show me she didn’t have anything else on and started walking toward the bed for another round.
Chapter 2
The night we rented our first porno was the hottest night Charles and I had ever spent together. I had never heard him talk so lecherous before. I couldn’t believe he had come on to me so hard. I wonder if most women would have been turned off by it. I felt a little ashamed it had turned me on so much.
He was so cute trying to talk dirty. I knew he had kinky desires. I think everyone does, but I could tell he was nervous to approach the subject with me. I could hear the nervousness in his voice. It was a real turn-on, hearing him talk so dirty to me, and me pretending I was only half listening while looking out the car window on the ride home. I he knew the truth of how dirty my thoughts were, he would have probably cum in his pants on the ride home if he knew also. That night, I didn’t tell him half of it.
When he asked if I wanted to rent a dirty movie, I didn’t want to seem overresponsive, but I thought the time would never come! I had been wanting to turn up the heat on our relationship for some time. Finally, we were going to get kinky, I had been waiting for this for a while.
I was never dissatisfied with the state of our relationship, but I did wish he would be a little more aggressive sexually. I loved to make love with Charles, but sometimes I just wanted to, well, have sex.
I wanted to know what his deepest darkest desire was and be a part of fulfilling them. I had my fantasies and wanted him to fulfill mine.
When I immediately agreed to rent the porn, he was like a kid on Christmas morning. He was so excited. I could tell he was trying to practice self-restraint so I invited him to play with my wet pussy knowing that may send him over the edge. I could see the bulge in his pant, and how he was adjusting them by fidgeting with them. I was already turned on by our naughty conversation, but knowing he was so worked up nearly sent me over the edge.
As he played with my pussy, he drove faster and faster. I was enjoying it, but his driving was scaring me a little, not enough to make him stop, but enough I didn’t cum while he was slowly and methodically circling my clit. He has always known how to satisfy me whether it be with his tongue, his fingers, or his penis.
The remainder of the night was great. We had our showers, shared some drinks, and watched the first of the porn movies Charles had rented. Watching some of my fantasies playing out in front of me turned me on. Much more so than I would have guessed. That was when I realized I enjoy watching porn with Charles.
We started fooling around on the couch, then we moved to the bedroom where he railed me from behind, one of my absolute favorite positions.
Charles is a very large and imposing man, and his member is well proportioned. He is more than adequate. His length is perfect; he hits my cervix hard when I am on my back with my legs up, but his girth is great. He always gets me off.
After we were finished, and I slipped my black velour dress on, I know it is his favorite, I pulled my “whore boots” on. They are black leather knee-highs. I seductively walked into the bedroom and pulled the hem of my dress up so he could see my neatly trimmed vagina.
I knew he was satisfied from our first round and ready to go to sleep, but when he saw me in that dress and boots, and I flashed him, his sizeable member started to stand at attention. I knew he was ready for round two. He put his hands behind his head, as I slowly crawled astraddle of him, and slipped his penis into me.
We enjoyed ourselves another round. It lasted much longer than the first round due to the fact we had gotten some of our pent-up frustrations out of our systems. I rode him while he held onto my breast until we both climaxed multiple times.
It was a beautiful ending to a beautiful day. We both crawled under the covers and quickly fell asleep intertwined in each other’s arms. We awakened with the sun well up still laying the way were when we slipped into our impassioned slumber. It was a great feeling waking up in the arms of the man you loved, after having spent the night exploring our desires together.
The rest of the day we spent doing chores around the house on our small, but ever-growing farm. I quickly took care of the things that needed to be done inside, while Charles started the items that needed to be done outside. He didn’t have any help to do the chores on the weekends, so I went outside when I was done. I heard him in the barn, so I tried to sneak up on him to give him a scare. As I crept around the corner I could see the grin on his face, he heard me sneaking into the barn.
What time we spent together that day, we couldn’t resist touching and kissing one another. It was as if scales had fallen from our eyes. We were seeing one another more clearly. We had a better understanding of what made each other click, and we were more relaxed and comfortable than we had ever been. It was liberating!
That was a point in our lives when we started making great strides in our relationship. The realization we were meant to explore our fantasies and share our most intimate wishes and desires made our relationship even more passionate. It made him sexier than ever, and my desire to have him became stronger. Our love for one another was ramping up, we could feel it consuming us.
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Shortly after we began watching porn on a regular basis and feeling more comfortable about it, we had a memorable encounter.
I finally worked up the nerve to go into the back room with him at the movie rental store. We had been to town to pick up some groceries and supplies and stopped to rent something on the way home.
We went into the small back room of the rental place with the placard stating “Adults Only – No one under 18” on the door. Ironically, the door had a bell on it so the shopkeeper would know someone was back there, it also alerted anyone else in the store which embarrassed me a little.
The room was small and featureless with no windows, it wasn’t much bigger than a pantry. There was enough room for two people to peruse the smut, but three would be much too crowded, thankfully. On three walls of the room, there were shelves from the floor to above head high. I had never seen so much nakedness. There were large penises, boobs, asses, and vaginas everywhere!
I stood there nervously trying to act like I was seriously considering what to get knowing Charles was loving every minute of me being in there. He knew I was nervous someone we knew might see us, and he had a smirk on his face. He kept asking me if I see anything I like.
Finally, after a couple of minutes of embarrassment, I told him, “Grab a couple of movies with what I like.”
“What would that be, honey?” he asked as if he didn’t already know, again, grinning from ear to ear. He just wanted to hear me verbalize it because it would turn him on hearing me say it.
“I don’t know, Charles, something with group sex, or orgies, or three-ways. Just get whatever you want,” I said abruptly and left the shrinking room with a loud ring of the doorbell.
As I exited, the shopkeeper heard the bell ring, and looked up from his task at hand, glancing at me from top to bottom as I walked by him at a brisk pace to the exit. He gave a knowing little grin and said, “Have a great evening, Miss, and be sure to come again.”
He had the nerve to hurl a double entendre at me, I thought. I feigned offense, but I was turned on a little. The shopkeeper wasn’t as handsome as Charles, as few men are, but he was not bad. He looked a little older than Charles and me. It made me feel good about myself knowing I turned on another man, even if it was just a little.
During this ride home, I told Charles he better concentrate on driving us home safely and didn’t let him fool around any, not that I didn’t want to fool around. The little grin the shopkeeper gave me as I left the rental store aroused me some. I wanted my handsome husband to plant his oversized fingers down there and work his magic, but I also knew how worked up he would be and didn’t feel it was in our best interest to have him driving fast with one hand on the wheel, and no eyes on the road. So, we just rode home quietly.
When we arrived back at the house, I told Charles what the shopkeeper said to me on the way out the door and asked him, “Can you believe he said that?” again feigning offense and hoping to get a rise out of Charles.
My Charles is a good-hearted human being. He truly loves and cares for all people alike. He really doesn’t have a mean bone in his body, but if someone or something upsets me, he instantly turns into a raging beast that would scare even the most fearless of men.
He looked me dead in the eyes and asked, “Do you think he meant more than what he said?”
I could see the hot embers glowing in his eyes. “No,” I said. “He was just being flirty. He didn’t mean anything by it, and besides it turned me on a little.”
I could see the tone of his mood change instantly. His eyes were no longer glowing with the embers of rage, they were glowing with passion. I had struck a chord with him, and I knew it instantly. Did I have the power to tame this beast of a man with a couple of small words this easily? Oh, this was getting more fun by the minute. I pondered how quickly his temperament changed, and it was as if a light bulb went off in my mind.
I fully understood what was right in front of me the entire time. He was turned on by me being turned on. That’s the appeal. When he knows something gives me pleasure, he receives pleasure. He matches my arousal but amplifies it. My God, he lives to see me sexually satisfied. He is my personal sex amplifier.
“This could be fun,” I thought to myself while becoming more and more stimulated at all the ideas I had running through my head.
We both showered and sat down for dinner. It went by quickly. Not much was said, as we were both trying to pace ourselves so as not to appear too eager to begin watching our movies, but let’s face it, we were both very horny by now. All the thoughts that were going through my mind were driving me crazy with lust. I could only imagine what was going through his. I was lusting after him so hard, I could feel the moisture between my velvety lips starting to build down there.
I wanted to touch myself, or better yet, let Charles have his way with me. I considered suggesting we skip the movie and go straight to the bedroom, but I also wanted to see what adventures were awaiting us. I wanted to see what kind of debauchery we might find ourselves in tonight.
Charles quickly washed the dishes, and cleaned up after our meal, while I went to my closet to select something slinky and see-through. After I had changed, I poured a couple of glasses of wine for us while he finished putting away the dried dishes. He went to his closet and changed into a pair of sexy blue underwear I had bought for him and came back to the living room with just his underwear and tee shirt on and sat down next to me.
He leaned back toward the end of the couch placed one leg on the floor, and the other on the couch and grabbed me, and scooted me back into his arms. I reclined against his hard chest and abdomen and felt a state of euphoria wash over me as I enjoyed being this close to him while sipping my wine. Our movie began.
The movie was somewhat disappointing. It was just pretty much a few couples having sex in all the positions, and oral sex. It was arousing, but nothing spectacular or out of the norm. Charles said the sleeve had been a little misleading, and we were just about to shut it off and put in the other when the final scene started.
The final scene was a group of all the couples from the movie who had gathered at a large bonfire and were having a massive orgy. In all, it was about a dozen people getting it in all sorts of positions. There were basically two different groups around the fire intertwined in some imaginative positions.
One group that caught my attention was two women who were being taken by four men. A dark-haired woman on all fours was sucking a guy’s dick, with a dick in her from behind. The guy who was getting his dick sucked, was laying on his back and had another dark-haired woman sitting backward on his face while she was taking turns sucking two of the other guy’s dicks. All in all, very stimulating, and that is the group I was interested in. I kept imagining myself as the woman on all fours sucking a dick and getting penetrated from behind. The thought of having two men at once has always intrigued me. I could only imagine how much fun that would be.