AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18. Also I'm getting back into the habit of writing every day so comments are very appreciated. This is the fifth part of an ongoing series. Sorry for the delay in this part, not sure how long the next one will take either. Keep watch because there's more to cum ;)
A quick recap of the characters:
Me: First person narrator/main character. 57, white guy, works from home, fit for an older guy, but with stamina issues.
Becca: My wife. 55, black woman, works in an office downtown. Large breasts and a big round ass. Has a condition called vaginismus which can cause severe cramps when she attempts vaginal penetration.
Sasha: My daughter. 20, mixed race, currently on summer break from college. Similar body to her mother. Has recently discovered she has the same condition as her mother and is struggling with it.
Ashleigh: My daughter's friend. 20, white, also on summer break, skinnier than Sasha, comes from a wealthy family.
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I awoke from my nap several hours later with a pounding headache. Still groggy, I pulled on my jeans, not bothering with a shirt and made my way down to the kitchen. I heard my wife Becca singing to herself as she cooked dinner. I rounded the corner to the kitchen and smiled at the sight of my gorgeous wife swaying gently as she sung and stirred a pan on the stove. It wasn't unusual to see her loving life like this, but it didn't happen as often these days. I came up behind Becca, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. "Hey babe. Having a good day?"
Becca smiled and gave a contented sigh. "Very good. Just about to put this in the oven. Want a drink? I picked up a nice bottle of bourbon on the way home." She gestured with her elbow to the bag on the counter and kissed me on the cheek.
I backed off to give her room to cook and grinned. "Trying to spoil me babe?" Becca only winked in response before she slid the pan in the oven. The bottle was a 10-year Kentucky bourbon, she had also gotten herself a bottle of wine and had apparently already had two glasses. I poured a glass of bourbon on the rocks and leaned against the counter. "You normally don't start drinking without me. Everything OK babe?"
Becca turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on the lips. "I'm doing great. I've just been feeling really good about everything lately. It's weird but ever since things started with Sasha I've been feeling like..." Becca paused and poured her third glass of wine and took a sip before continuing. "Like I didn't realize there was something missing, but now I have it and I feel more complete somehow." Becca ran her hand over my shoulders, feeling the skin on my neck and back. "Don't get me wrong, I've loved our sex life for all these years. It's just between the things we've done over the last few days, the conversations I've been having with Sasha, and watching you with another woman, I feel like I'm thinking about things I had never really considered before."
I rested my hands on my wife's hips and kissed her lips, tasting the wine that lingered. "Well, we experimented a lot for those first few years while we were dating, but after we got penetration down it sorta seemed like you lost interest in trying new things. Not that I've had any complaints, I was happy, and you seemed to be too."
Becca took another sip of her wine and hopped up on top of the central island, her pencil skirt riding up to give me a glimpse of her panties. "I was happy, and I still am, I just wish that we had done more experimenting sooner."
I stood in front of Becca and sipped my bourbon as I ran my hand up her silky thigh. "No time like the present to start then." I leaned in again to kiss her and rubbed my way up her thigh towards her panty covered mound. "Is Sasha around? Not that I don't love the time the three of us spend together, but I'm hoping to do some experimenting with you."
Becca grinned and leaned back on her hands. "She and I had a talk while you were sleeping and then she went off to the movies with Ashleigh to give us some privacy tonight."
I licked my lips in anticipation as my smile widened. "What did you have in mind?"
Becca shook her head. "I don't want to be in control tonight. Becca told me all about your afternoon, how you gave your daughter her very first taste of submission. It..." Becca took another drink of her wine. "It made me realize that I had never really considered it before. Like, I knew you had been into that before you met me, but I was always so scared of what letting someone else control me meant that I just dismissed it entirely. It wasn't that I didn't trust you I just didn't trust myself to let someone else have that control." Becca looked up and into my eyes. "When Sasha and I talked, and she told me about how it felt to trust someone with her body so completely, well, I have to admit that it caught my interest. So, for tonight I want to trust you completely. I want you to use my body however you want."
I leaned and kissed her neck at the base of her chin. "Is that why you started drinking early? A little nervous?" Becca bit her lip and nodded, looking less like the confident 55-year-old black woman she normally was and more like the unsure, scared woman I had met all those years ago. "Don't worry babe, I know you. I know what hurts for you. I might push those boundaries a little tonight, but if it gets to be too much you can just say Red at any point tonight and we'll stop. Understand?" Becca nodded again and kissed me. I returned the kiss out of reflex for a moment before I pushed her back. "I didn't say you could kiss me yet. I'm the one in control now, and if you're going to be my slut tonight, then you're not going to do anything without my say so." Becca moaned softly at the word slut. "Now I'm going to take these clothes off."
Becca started to unbutton her blouse and I slapped her hands away. Trembling she put her hands back on the counter. "Sorry Daddy." I gripped the collar of her blouse and tore, the buttons flying off to the corners of the kitchen. I would have to buy her a new blouse later, but her reaction was worth the expense. Becca gasped and her face flushed in shock. I reached out, grabbed her by the neck and guided her down to lie flat on the counter letting her head hang off the countertop. I slid her skirt and panties off her legs leaving her clothed only in the tatters of her blouse and a bra. Thankfully her bra hooked in the front, so another quick snap and her tits hung free.
I crossed to the other side of the island and dropped my jeans. "Suck my cock slut." Hungrily Becca pulled my cock out of my boxers and guided it to her mouth. Rather than letting her take me at her own pace I pushed forward and gagged my slut on my cock. It was only a moment of resistance before she relaxed her throat and I slid the rest of the way in, seeing her throat bulge as she expertly milked my cock. Reaching down I squeezed her neck with one hand, cutting off what little air supply she had left and held my cock deep in her throat. Decades of practice took over and I felt Becca's tongue wrap around my shaft as I slowly fucked her face. Becca slid her hand between her legs and began to play with her pussy. "NOT YET SLUT!" I yelled as I slapped her tit. Becca groaned around my cock but quickly took her hands away and placed them at her sides.
As I pounded away at my wife's throat, I felt my orgasm building and just as I was preparing to feed her a load of cum the oven timer went off. With a pop I pulled my cock from her lips. "Stay there slut. I'll take care of it." Quickly I grabbed a hot pad and got dinner out of the oven, leaving it on the stovetop before I returned to my wife, obediently laying on the island countertop, catching her breath. "We'll eat dinner after I cum. I'd suggest you get to it." I took my place in front of her face again and Becca reached out and started jerking my slippery cock. Having already been close before we stopped, I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be ready to cum again. I slid my cockhead past her lips and held it there, letting her hands, tongue, and lips work on my cock. I groaned, loving the sight and feeling of turning my wife into a cockhungry slut. Becca took my groan as encouragement and jerked me faster bringing me back to the edge of orgasm. "I'm coming slut. Open your mouth." Becca opened wide and we locked eyes, I could see that familiar hunger in her eyes and with a few quick jerks I came, spraying rope after rope of cum over her lips, chin, and neck.