Special thanks to MaximustheMad for his editing help, and for encouraging me to expand on my original thoughts for this story.
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My wife, Trish, is a kinky bitch. I say that with the utmost love. I also say that as she is licking my cock like a lollipop while I write about what she did to me last night. She is also here to make sure that I don't leave anything out.
We've been married for five years. We met shortly after college, and after a whirlwind engagement, we were married and settled into adult life. I worked as an engineer at a tech firm, and Trish as a pharmaceutical sales rep. We earned enough money to live a satisfying upper middle-class lifestyle, and at the healthy age of twenty-nine, we both feel that we can wait a few more years and have a few more adventures before moving on to raising children.
I am typically in a constant state of horniness around Trish. Her sexy ass moves with the perfect little shake every time she walks across the room, and her eyes always have a mischievous look to them. She has lips that were simply made to wrap around my cock, as if they had been designed by a plastic surgeon with a love for collagen. Her 34C breasts are the stuff of wet dreams, and she knows how to use them to their full advantage.
She is constantly parading around our apartment in various states of undress; she has quite the exhibitionist streak. She regularly cooks dinner in aprons and panties. She often lays her head in my lap as we watch TV, rubbing and teasing my cock.
We spend a lot of our free time at the gym, and every item in Trish's wardrobe accentuates a different fabulous feature of her body. She is not above using her God-given assets to her advantage at home or at work. She attributes a great deal of her success as a sales rep to the many distractions her body can provide.
I really can't tell you about our date night last night unless I explain to you the events that led to our most recent erotic sexscapade.
...Sunday...
Last Sunday morning, I awoke to the sun shining in through our 18th floor windows. Trish was snuggled up against my body with her head pressed into my chest, and her hand wrapped around my hardening cock. She was lazily stroking it as she was enjoying the sun warming her naked body.
I smiled and said, "We'll, good morning to me!"
She responded, "I was wondering when you'd wake up. I was afraid I'd make you cum before you woke up."
With that, she climbed atop my cock and began to slowly ride me, not caring that the people in the apartments across the street might be able to see into our windows.
Trish loves being on top. It forces my cock deeper inside of her, and she can more readily control the speed and action. In fact, I think 'control' is exactly what she had in mind. She clearly had a plan.
While she was riding me, she said, "Our fifth anniversary is coming up Friday, and I'd like to have a little fun leading up to our night out. I want to play a little game this week, and if you're really good, I will help you fulfill one of your fantasies on our date night.
"My game is called teased and pleased. You please me with multiple orgasms all week long, and I tease you all week until you're a quivering, beggin' sexual mess. If you can play my game by my rules, then I will fulfill several fantasies for you on Friday"
I could feel my cock growing even harder inside her - she could too.
"I'll take that cock twitch as a yes?"
I said, "I'm all yours."
Trish said, "I'll let you cum this morning, and then I am going to spend the rest of the week teasing you until you're begging me to let you cum."
She spun her sexy five-foot six-inch body around on my cock so that she was riding me in a reverse cowgirl. We both love this position. I can watch her sexy, tight ass bounce up and down, and she tells me that it makes my cock hit her in all the right places. It also provides the added benefit of letting her play with my balls and taint.
She started to slowly rise and fall on my cock, lifting her body up high enough for me to almost fall out of her just before easing herself ever so slowly back down onto my cock, all while gently tugging and squeezing my balls in her hand. She knows exactly how to push my buttons.
I sat up so I could take a little more control. This had the effect of making her sit in my lap and grind her pussy onto my hard cock. I grabbed her breasts, allowing her pierced nipples to poke out between my fingers while cupping each beautiful orb in my hands.
I started squeezing them with a bit of intensity as I sucked and nibbled at her neck. The more I squeezed, the harder she ground her pussy into my lap.
Trish asked me, "Which fantasy do you think I'm going to fulfill for you? What's your number one?"
I said, "That's not fair. You know my fantasies get out of control when I get turned on."
She said, "Exhibitionism? Public sex?"
My cock started to grow harder with the suggestion that she was thinking about these sorts of things. We have always had a great sex life, and Trish was always willing to show off her gorgeous body, but for her to voice my fantasies to me was rapidly becoming more than I could handle.
"I know you fantasize about having an orgy? Maybe I can work on that."
At that suggestion, I simply had to flip her onto the bed doggie-style so I could have my way with her.
"I know you strategically set up the computer to play orgy videos when we watch porn. Maybe you'd like to see another man fuck me. Would you like that? Maybe I'll let you clean me up afterwards."
This was too much for me, as I slammed my cock into her, I could feel my balls contracting and filling her with cum. I could feel her tense up in her own orgasm. She always tells me how feeling my cock cumming in her always gives her the best orgasms.
I rolled over onto my back, and she slid up my body, letting my cum empty out of her pussy onto my chest. I could see our mixed fluids pooling there, and she reached down and scooped a little up with her finger and put it in her mouth.
"Delicious. I love the taste of our cum. Maybe someday you'll enjoy it as much as I do.
"I may have found your secret kink. You dirty minded man."
Trish made sure to keep my attention on her all day. She wore tiny little jean shorts and an old t-shirt that was so worn it was nearly see through. It had oversized holes for the neck and sleeves cut out of it. Every time she moved, she would be flashing side boob, or so much cleavage that it could hardly be considered decent in public.
I thought she was going to cause a traffic accident when we ran out to the local grocer to grab food to make for dinner. The poor kid at the register looked like he was about to lose his mind when he rang up our selections. My wife didn't help when she placed our items on the counter and asked him to "Check us out."
Trish turned on a chick flick after dinner, and said to me, "Brian, you know how you ask me to go down on you while you watch football? I see how much you enjoy it, and how masculine it makes you feel.
"I was wondering if you'd return the favor. Would you go down on me while I watch this movie? You know how a girl's emotions and her orgasms can be connected. I've always wondered what it would be like to watch a movie like this and be pleasured."
