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By Dream a Sexy Dream
Cristie asks Gary to suck her toes, lick her butthole, then fuck her in her ass. Gary obeyed.
Gary had always found a peculiar allure in the quiet moments of his life. The humdrum rhythm of his existence had a certain charm to it, a steady beat that he’d grown to appreciate over the years. The soft tick of the clock in the hallway, the distant murmur of the TV from the living room, the rustle of the newspaper in his hands.
But tonight, as the shadows grew long and the sun dipped below the horizon, something was different. The air had anticipation, a silent promise that whispered through the house, hinting at a crescendo of passion that was about to unfold.
Gary’s eyes traveled over the pages, but his thoughts were elsewhere. They wandered to the image of his wife’s cousin, Cristie. She had always been a bit of an enigma to him, a woman whose beauty was matched only by her fiery spirit. Her light brown sometimes blonde curly hair fell in loose waves around her face, framing features that could make even the most stoic of men weak in the knees. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, held a mischievous spark that spoke of unspoken desires, a secret garden of carnality waiting to be explored.
Cristie had arrived earlier in the week, a surprise guest for their anniversary party. Her visit had brought with it a whirlwind of excitement, a breath of fresh air that had stirred something within him. It was in those fleeting glances, the way she’d laugh at his jokes, the gentle brush of her hand against his arm that had set his imagination alight.
He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew that there was an unspoken tension between them, a current that crackled just beneath the surface of their polite conversations.
As the evening wore on and the last of the guests trickled out, leaving behind a trail of laughter and empty glasses, Gary found himself alone with her. The house was a canvas of darkness, painted in shades of moonlight that danced across her bare feet as she padded down the hallway. Her toes, small and delicate, seemed to beckon to him, a siren’s call that he couldn’t ignore.
He watched her disappear into the kitchen, the image of her feet burned into his mind. It was an innocent observation, yet it set his heart racing, his cock twitching in his pants.
Cristie emerged with a bottle of wine, her cheeks flushed from the cold liquid and the warmth of the room. She sailed into the living room, the soft fabric of her sundress caressing her legs.
“Gary,” she began, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine. “I have a confession to make.”
She placed the bottle on the coffee table and turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that was anything but innocent.
“I have a… particular craving. Something I’ve never told anyone before.”
Gary felt his heart rate spike, his curiosity piqued. He leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers. “What is it, Cristie?”
With a coy smile, she lifted one foot and placed it on the couch, just a few inches from his face. The scent of her, a heady mix of sweetness and musk, filled the air.
“I want you to suck my toes,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ve had this fantasy for so long, and I can’t think of anyone better to indulge me.”
Gary’s eyes dropped to her foot, to the delicate digits that curled and unfurled before him. He felt a thrill of excitement, his cock swelling in his pants. This was uncharted territory, a kink he’d never considered before, but the way she looked at him, the raw need in her gaze, made it impossible to refuse.
He reached out tentatively, his thumb tracing the arch of her foot, feeling the softness of her skin, the slight tickle of her hair against his knuckles.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he took her toe between his lips, sucking gently. The taste of her was intoxicating, a flavor that was uniquely hers. H e could feel her watching him, her breath hitching as he worked his way along her foot, each suckle and lick sending a pulse of pleasure through her body.
He grew bolder, taking more of her toe into his mouth, feeling her squirm in response. Her other foot found its way to his lap, and soon he was worshiping both, her moans of pleasure the sweetest music he’d ever heard. Gary loved the feeling of sucking on Cristie’s toes.
“Oh, Gary. I love having my toes sucked,” Cristie moaned.
But it was when she leaned back, her dress riding up to reveal the cleft of her ass, that he knew the night was about to take a turn.
“That’s just the beginning, Gary,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “I want more. I need more.” She took his hand and guided it up her leg, her skin hot and smooth. “I want you to lick my butthole.”
The words were a shock, but the heat in her voice made it impossible for him to resist. He slid off the couch and knelt before her, his face level with the juncture of her thighs. He could see the puckered pinkness of her butthole, a forbidden fruit that called to him with a siren’s song. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Her reaction was immediate and intense, her body arching off the couch as he explored her with a hunger that surprised even himself. He reveled in her moans, the way her body quivered under his touch. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and he knew that he was about to embark on the most erotic journey of his life.
As his tongue delved deeper, he felt the tension in the room thicken. The air was electric with lust, and he could feel the anticipation coiling in his gut. He knew that she wanted more, that she was begging for the ultimate release. And as she reached back and spread her cheeks wider, he knew he was going to give it to her.
“Mmmm, yes, Gary, lick my butthole. It feels so fucking good,” Cristie purred.
With a final, lingering kiss to her asshole, he stood up and pulled her to her feet. He could see the desire in her eyes, the desperation that matched his own.
“Take me to bed, Gary,” she murmured, her voice a sultry invitation. “And fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, his cock straining against his pants. The night was still young, and the symphony of passion was just beginning.
Gently, he laid her down on the bed, her dress slipping off her shoulders to reveal the fullness of her breasts. He took a moment to admire the view, the swell of her hips, the curve of her waist, before he started to strip away the fabric that separated them. Her eyes never left his, her breath quickening as he uncovered her body.
The bed creaked as he climbed over her, his hands caressing her skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as if it was a secret cavern he’d been dying to conquer. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back to press her chest closer to him.
When his hand found her ass, she gasped, her body responding to his touch. He massaged her cheeks, spreading them gently, feeling her heat and wetness against his fingertips. T he tip of his thumb brushed her butthole, and she bucked her hips, silently begging for more. He complied, his thumb sliding inside her, stretching her as he kissed his way down her body.
Her legs parted wider, inviting him in, and he took the invitation with gusto. He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue swirling around her clit before sliding down to her ass. He licked her there, tasting her, savoring the musky flavor that was uniquely hers. She squirmed beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he worked her over.
With one final, lingering kiss to her ass, he positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel her quivering with anticipation, her body begging for him to fill her. He pushed in, slow and steady, her tightness gripping him like a vice. He watched her face contort with pleasure, the muscles in her neck standing out as she bit her bottom lip.
And when he reached her ass, she was more than ready. He pushed the head of his cock against her puckered opening, feeling the resistance before it gave way. He slid in, inch by glorious inch, her moans echoing in his ears. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, the tightness of her ass gripping him like a second pair of lips, sucking him deeper.
“Oh fuck! A cock in my ass feels so fucking good,” Cristie purred.
He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every sensation. Her nails dug into his back, her body writhing beneath him as he claimed her in the most intimate way possible. He felt her climax building, her muscles tightening around him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck my ass, Gary! Fuck my ass!” Cristie chanted.
And then it was there, the moment they’d both been waiting for. He felt her come, her body shaking with the force of it, her ass clamping down on his cock. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a roar of pleasure, he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his seed.
“Oh, Gary. I love having your cum in my ass,” Cristie moaned.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined as the aftershocks of their passion rippled through them. The room was quiet now, the only sound their heavy breathing and the occasional squeak of the bed. They’d crossed a line, indulged in a fantasy that neither had ever spoken of before. And as they stared into each other’s eyes, it was clear that this was just the beginning.
Gary kissed the side of her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, feeling the rapid throb of her pulse beneath his lips. He withdrew from her slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure and a hint of pain. He knew he’d taken her to the edge, and the thrill of it only made him harder.
“More,” she murmured, her hand reaching down to guide him back to her. “I want you to do it again.” “Fuck me ass! Fuck my ass!”
Without hesitation, he plunged back into her ass, feeling her tighten around him once more. He set a steady rhythm, each stroke a declaration of his desire for her, each thrust a testament to their newfound intimacy. Her moans grew louder, filling the room like a symphony of carnality.
He watched as she reached for her clit, her fingers moving in time with his strokes. She was so wet, so ready, and the sight of her pleasuring herself was almost too much for him to bear. He reached down, his thumb joining her in her ministrations, feeling her body quiver and clench around him.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. He could feel the contractions of her ass around his cock, the way she tightened and released, and it was all he could do to keep from filling her up once more.
But he wanted to savor this moment, to draw it out as long as possible. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved in unison. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to take her even further.
And so he did. He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into her with a ferocity that was both animalistic and beautiful. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, her moans growing more desperate, more needy.
He could feel her climax building once more, the tension in her body a palpable force. And when it hit, it was like a bomb going off, her body shuddering and convulsing around him, her muscles gripping him tightly. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with his hot cum.
They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before he rolled off her, his cock slipping out with a wet sound. She was still quivering, her breath coming in short gasps. He stroked her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, his own heart racing from the intensity of their encounter.
This was it, he thought. This was what it felt like to truly connect with someone on a level that transcended the mundane. The air in the room was charged with lust, with the promise of more to come. And as he watched her, her eyes still closed, a small smile playing on her lips, he knew that their bond had been irrevocably changed.
Their affair was no longer just a secret desire, a whisper in the dark. It was a living, breathing entity, a force that had taken over their lives and would not be denied. They would continue to explore the depths of their desires, to push the boundaries of what was taboo.
And as they lay there, tangled in the sheets, he knew that he would never look at her the same way again. The quiet allure of their lives had been shattered, replaced by a passion that burned brighter than the sun.
He traced the curve of her ass, his fingers still slick with her juices, feeling the slight stickiness of his own cum.
“Fuck my ass again,” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that he couldn’t resist. He slid back inside her, feeling the warmth and tightness that had become his new addiction.
This time, he was slower, more deliberate. He wanted to savor every inch of her, to memorize the feel of her body against his. He watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, leaving a trail of love bites that would serve as a secret map of their passion.
Her hand found his cock, stroking him gently as he moved within her. The feeling was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that played out in every nerve ending. He could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building like a crescendo.
But it was when she whispered, “Cum inside me, Gary,” that he lost all control. He pumped into her harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. And as he reached his peak, he let go, his cock spasming as he emptied himself into her once more.
Their breaths mingled, their bodies slick with sweat, as they lay there, hearts pounding in unison. The night had taken them on a journey, and as the dawn approached, they knew that they would never be the same.
Their relationship had evolved, grown into something darker, more primal. They had unlocked a door to a world of pleasure that neither had ever dared to enter before. And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, they knew that this was just the first chapter in a story that would be written in the language of desire.
The days that followed were a blur of passion and stolen moments. Every opportunity they had, they took. The kitchen counter, the shower, even the backseat of his car became their playground, each encounter more intense than the last.
They talked little, their words replaced by the language of their bodies. They communicated in sighs and moans, in the arch of a back and the dig of nails into flesh. It was a dance as old as time, a ritual that bound them together in a way that nothing else could.
And when they were apart, they thought of each other, of the feel of skin against skin, of the taste of each other’s desire. It was a hunger that could never be fully sated, a craving that grew stronger with every passing second.
Their secret was a flame that burned between them, a beacon that drew them back together again and again. They knew it was wrong, that they were playing with fire. But they couldn’t help themselves. The need was too great, the pleasure too intense.
And so they continued, each encounter a step further into the abyss, each touch a declaration of war against the mundane. For in the throes of passion, they had found something that transcended the ordinary, a connection that was raw and real and utterly consuming.
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