Some background that might be helpful to know: my sub and I have a sexual history but for a few reasons are not interested in any sort of dating relationship. However, we have a lot of trust in one another and are aware of each other’s kinks. We’ve decided to explore a D/s relationship together; with some mutual fantasy-exploration leading up to it, we realized that this would involve a lot of cuck dynamics. I have other partners who are allowed to fuck me while my sub is not, and it turns my sub on to know about them (especially my current FWB whose dick is about twice the size of my sub's, and very satisfying). What’s below is the first time we have hung out with these dynamics formally in play.
We started the day with him driving to some errands and to get dinner. The whole night plan’s were only on so long as my fuck buddy didn’t text me to say he was free; I would’ve loved kicking my sub out to go play with someone else. I had just come from a doctor’s appointment to get a birth control implant, and I reminded him of this freely as he drove me around - the implant would allow my fuck buddy to fuck me bareback and cum deep inside me.
My sub had bought some weed for us to share. As we learned how to use a new pipe, I asked him often what looked sexy as I was smoking. I wanted to impress future fuck buddies without looking like an amateur. I teased him constantly with my eyes as I practiced lighting, holding and sucking on the phallic-shaped pipe. Keep in mind as you read that we got a decent high going, which can make skin super sensitive - any touching following this was pure pleasure for me, and his very skin was craving sensation that I would deny him.
When he left to use the restroom, I put on a different playlist. He sat back down on the couch opposite me, and I told him to give me a foot massage. When I switched out feet, I let one rest on his pants, heels digging gently into his crotch. Staring at him while laying back on the couch’s armrest, I asked him if he liked the music we were listening to. He said yes. I said, good. I do too. It’s what I got fucked to in Austin.
Later, I told him to count for 3 minutes, then turn off the apartment lights, and come back to meet me in my bedroom. I took off my top and pants, so I was naked from the waist up, laid on the bed face-down, and covered my lower body with a sheet. When it was time, he came back and asked permission to enter my bedroom. I gave permission, and ordered him to massage my back. He gives decent back rubs and I wasn’t afraid to let him know with the sounds I was making. After he had thoroughly massaged my back muscles from neck to shoulder blades, down the spine to the obliques and area just above my butt, I told him he was allowed to massage my ass over the sheet. His hands eagerly wandered down to trace the curve of my cheeks; my panties were so thin and smooth he didn’t even know I was wearing any. After allowing him to massage me for a little while, I asked, “On a scale of 1-10, how hard are you right now?” He said 9, then changed it back to an 8. He’ll never know what would’ve happened if his answer had been lower... Since he said 8/9, I told him to get up, close the door, go to my guest bedroom and enjoy my favorite porn video to his completion. Then to come back and knock when he was done to let me know what he thought.
In the meantime, I used a vibrator to work out any last bit of tension left in my body after the massage.
When he came back, I allowed him back into my bedroom. He liked the porn, but skipped past my favorite parts. I chided him for his impatience. We laid down and chatted for a while, before I requested he run his hands through my hair in a head rub. I moved my body out from under the covers so my ass was up in the air, but facing away from him. I felt him crane his head to take a look and asked, “Like what you see?” After a while of him rubbing my scalp, and moving his hands to my ears and over my neck, I told him, “If you keep doing what you’re doing, I’m going to have to tell you to leave so I can take care of myself.”
Instead, I told him to get me a glass of water, then to continue massaging my back. What can I say, I frickin’ love massages. A couple times he asked if he was allowed to let his hands roam further, or if he was allowed to kiss my neck or back. I said no. When I wanted it, I allowed him to pull the sheet down over my ass. The full view of my ass prompted an audible gasp from him. I could tell he enjoyed the skin contact and the sight of my silky, hot-orange panties. I allowed him to adjust the panty line as he massaged, so long as he didn’t try to be naughty and see or touch more than he was allowed. Soon I was delighted to be able to tell him to kiss my ass. And, after that, to lick it and bite it. I said: “I feel like you’re worshipping my ass right now, and I am loving every second of it.” I love that at my request he covered my ass in spit, bite marks, and hickeys. I loved making him into an ass-man - my ass-man. I loved how close he could get to my pussy as I lay there prone. The only thing better would be to have my fuck buddy there to take over and eat my ready pussy before sliding his huge dick inside me.
When I couldn’t stand it any more, I directed him to kiss up my spine, give each cheek one good spank, and then go re-watch the porn video to orgasm once more before sleeping. I satisfied myself with a bullet vibe rumbling on my clit and two fingers pumping in and out of my sopping wet pussy, thinking of my fuck buddy, before curling up contentedly to drift off to dreamland.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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