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Chapter 1 - The Swap
Not that he was complaining, or was he? But this was completely out of character for Sarah. Not that he could do much about it. His hands were thread through the iron railings of the bed and tied with a scarf, his wife’s pussy was an inch from his face, whilst he strained to lick it. She teased him on and off, a few minutes of licking, a few minutes of her rubbing her clit, fucking her pussy with her hand. Occasionally, she would stroke his rock hard member. All the time his face covered in her juices and he smell of sex in her nostrils.
He was pretty helpless whilst she straddled him like this; her stockings rubbing at his sides. It was as if she’d been captured by aliens or something. His arms ached, as did most of his body, but it was a pleasure-able ache in the circumstances. He wasn’t going to say no to the first spot of bondage in his life.
Eventually, she came, once, then twice and still she kept him “ready to go”, teasing him, unwilling to climb aboard. He was in a land of ecstasy.
Then to his surprise, she climbed off. She went to her bag and started to look for something. He could see her stocking clad legs, the bra, which was still on, was she bent over, her legs spread slightly, her pussy lips were visible from behind, John had a deep desire and kneel behind her and lick, to be submissive. Not just her pussy, but her arse hole, which looked so divine from here.
But that wouldn’t be to form. Sarah was a once a month, missionary position girl. She knew of his dark fantasies of domination, humiliation and control. But try as they might, she wasn’t into it. Or hadn’t been. That’s what worried john. Well, for about a nanosecond, as he viewed her arse and tasted her juices round his mouth. The room had the smell of her sex. Despite his thoughts, this ranked as the best ever. He waited patently for the next stage.
John and Sarah had been together since day dot. High school, university, jobs, marriage. London was a busy dirty place, but it was all they’d known. They knew every inch of each other, but physically and mentally. Well, almost every inch!
That’s when the sharp pain in the arm came, he scream and turned to Sarah. The needle was still in his arm, dangling. As he climbed out of bed it fell out. As he tried to stand his legs gave way.
His body had given way, try as he might, he body failed to respond. But he was still conscious he looked up at Sarah. She slipped on her French knickers (she has really rolled the boat out. This time) giving her the sexy lingerie model look and always melted John. Despite being a bit of a prude, Sarah had an expensive taste in Lingerie, of all kinds and forms. Sometimes, completely out of character for her, or so you’d think.
Sarah picked up her phone. She simply said, “ready for swap”.
John wanted to say “swap what”, but he couldn’t. Slowly his senses gave way, now he couldn’t speak. His rock hard dick had shrivelled. She cupped it in her hand and simply muttered. “shame, maybe one day”. As he tried to keep his eyes open, Sarah slipped into her grey classy business suit. She stroked his dick once more as John faded into unconsciousness.
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