My whole body was tingling in anticipation for what was to come that night. I looked over at my husband, Jonathan, and I knew he felt the same way. Our sexual -and overall- compatibility had led us to one another and we were slowly but surely checking items off of the kinky bucket list we had created on our honeymoon, in between endless bouts of intimate activities and countless orgasms.
It was so freeing to find someone with whom you could explore any and every thing you had ever dreamed of, with no fear of rejection regardless of the desire expressed. Even better that we could keep our sexual life between us and still remain respectable in all the other parts of our lives. For me, it was like a dream come true, a relationship that satisfied all the parts of my body, starting with my brain, then twisting and turning deliciously through the rest of my body.
He could get me wet from a distance and satisfy me with little effort. I loved that I could make him hard easily and savored the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth. Tonight was for the both of us and I hoped it would go as well as I imagined.
I was dressed, at his request, in a short black skirt, tight red top and black stockings held in place by black garters. Underneath I was wearing a red g-string and a skimpy matching push-up bra. The black stilettos that completed my outfit were his favorite and I could see his arousal start as soon as he saw me. The outline of his hard cock was visible through his dark denim jeans. His built chest and arms were on display as well, at my request, through the tight blue shirt he was wearing; my mouth and pussy got immediately wetter as I looked at him. His pretty hazel eyes were dilated with desire and his lustful smile lit my heart up when our eyes met.
Fuck, the effect he had on me was so visceral, so raw and knowing the effect I had in him was similar made it all that much better (and hotter).
"Damn baby you look so good!" He said as I walked over to join him on our couch.
We sat as close as possible and immediately his hands started running up and down my leg. My hands too went to his body, we had purposely withheld from sex for two days (an eternity for us) in preparation for tonight. We kissed and fondled one another for several minutes, I then pulled away and went to the kitchen. He sat back and rubbed his face with his hand, a sign, I knew, of arousal mixed with anxiety. But that was ok, I thought as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a pill vial from the cabinet. It contained a couple of designer ecstasy pills I had scored from a nurse I worked with.
We were definitely not heavy drug users, and it had taken a bit of convincing, but he trusted me, and when I explained it was relatively safe and that it would intensify every single sensation, he had agreed. I rejoined him on the couch and opened the vial. I placed a pill on my tongue and moved my mouth toward his. As our tongues entwined the pill slid into his mouth and he swallowed as I pulled away. I handed him the water and he swallowed a few gulps and watched nervously as I did the same.
"Relax baby, remember how great it felt last time?" I coaxed as I started rubbing his leg. "This is gonna be so fun!" I finished as my finger tips brushed his cock. He replied by bringing his mouth to my neck and sucking gently, hands coming up to grab my right breast and squeeze firmly. Even without the effect of the pill his touch was electrifying and I rubbed down the length of the erection.
"Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?" I asked, stopping for a second to look at him. We took turns being dominant, both of us thoroughly enjoying both sides of the coin. Tonight was my turn, although with what was to come I knew it could switch up any moment.
"Yes baby..I mean mistress, I'll do whatever you say," he finished and I rewarded him by returning my attentions to his cock. I loved when he was submissive to me, it reminded me how much faith and trust he had in me, in us, and it gave me a bit of a buzz. I never thought I had it in me, but apparently I did.
"You can start by getting my pussy wet with your tongue, slut!" I demanded and sat back. He did not hesitate, dropped to his knees, pushed my legs to each side and dove in with his tongue, sliding my thong to the side with his fingers. He slowly started moving his tongue up and down my pussy, lingering briefly on my clit before sliding to my opening and then back. My hands went to his head, fingers grasping at his hair as I started moaning. He was so good at that!
Just then the doorbell rang. Our company was here. "You better hurry up and make me cum, we don't want to keep him waiting, and I want him to hear me!" I ordered and he obeyed, turning his attention directly to my clit and sliding a finger into me as he licked me skillfully. When he added a second finger and sped up I came quickly, screaming out loud.
"Now get the fucking door slut, " I managed, my rapid breathing making it difficult to speak. I sat up, felt my head start to tingle and I knew the E was kicking in. Perfect timing. I heard two voices in the hall getting closer. Our night was just getting started.
I had almost recovered when he walked back in, slightly unsteady, with our new friend, Kevin, in tow. We had recently had a threesome with a girl, this time we had decided on a guy who was bi-sexual and very open to everything we wanted. He sat back down next to me and offered Kevin the chair.
"How bout you get us some wine, baby?" I requested, my true desire to put him on display for me and Kevin and to get the party started. I could see on his face that he was starting to feel the effects and was excited for what was to come. He sauntered off to the kitchen in a half daze and I started taking to Kevin about the evening.
"He's my bitch tonight, he has to do what I say," I started and, Kevin's eyes lit up. I knew he was really into my husband and that the attraction was mutual so this could definitely get interesting. I was dying to see him with another man and I would eventually join the action as well.