On the ride back home from the Adult Store, I calmed down a bit. My palms were still sweating a bit, thinking of what we had just purchased. I was so very confused though as to how Miss Jana had come up with these ideas. She had always been very innocent when it came to her sexuality. It took all my courage to finally become vulnerable enough to talk to her about my desire to submit to her as a different part of our otherwise wonderful sex life.
My mind raced as we drove home. I had been yearning for something different on occasion. Our sexual routine was wonderful, lots of long deep kisses, teasing each other with our tongues, holding each other tight. I love the feeling of her body next to mine, the fullness of her breasts and the curves in all the right places. Kissing her face, her neck, down to her large full breasts, taking her nipple into my mouth as my hands roam to caress her back. I soon move down in between her thighs inhaling her wonderful aroma as she opens herself to me. Often, she will moan softly as my mouth first contacts her vulva, my tongue darting in and out as she opens and her juices start flowing. My fingers trace in and out of her vagina, using her wetness I slide down to her rosebud, stroking her anus feeling it contract, and pulse turns me on so much.
I can sense when she is at her peak of arousal, her body begins to twist as her orgasm takes over, her calling out "Oh Jim, Oh Jim. Oh God" as her hips rise and fall with the crescendo of her desire.
After she recovers, it is my turn. I am already so turned on by giving her such pleasure, that only a few minutes inside her, or her taking my cock in her mouth brings me to such an orgasm that I scream out loud. Thank goodness we have double pane windows, or the neighbors would certainly hear. Exhausted and shaking it is difficult to walk at first, my legs weak from the powerful experience we shared.
But I yearn for something different. We had experimented with ass play on me years ago, but abandoned it as it was awkward, and I was unable to articulate what I enjoyed when I had the opportunity to play by myself in secret years ago. Could we possibly open doors that have been long shut?
"Why so quiet Jim" she asks as I pull into the driveway. I realize neither of us spoke on the drive home.
I stammer, unable to articulate and answer.
"I guess I am so confused. Where did you get these ideas? I mean I love it, but how?"
"Jim, remember when we first talked about your desire to submit to me? And I had no idea what that really meant? Porn has always been a big turn off but you suggested written stories, romantic or erotic writings? You suggested Wikipedia and I did. That lead me to some links for erotic literature. I started looking at stories. Most were gross and disgusting, full of but I did find a few about men submitting to their wives and anal play, and the women were gentle to a point, and that gave me ideas. I don't know exactly, but reading stories made it more acceptable for me, and somehow opened a side of me I had repressed for so long. Now let's get inside and remember..."
