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By the time I was twentyfour, I had gotten over the idea that I knew everything. The world of malefemale relations was a mystery. My college biology class covered the clinical differences but not the physical and psychological ramifications of our uality. I liked and let my dick do the thinking often.
One day, I needed a hex wrench. A sales clerk noticed my foundering in the department and asked if I needed help. I said, “I was looking for a hex wrench.”
She showed me where they were on a bottom shelf. I squatted down to look, and she squatted down to face me. She wore white granny panties, but they were pulled to the side. I was looking at her pussy, and it was looking at me. I tried to appear uninterested, but my boner gave me away.
I forgot about wrenches and asked her out for coffee. She told me there was a coffee shop next door, and she would be there in a few minutes. I ordered coffee for both of us and waited.
When she came in, I had a chance to look her over more than before. She wore a white blouse over a black skirt and looked very prim. It was required for the job. She was only five feet tall and was slim. She had short brown hair that was the color of dark chocolate. Her cute pixie face seemed to be stifling a smile. Her breasts were the size of apples and looked to be as firm. Her small waist flared to thirtyfourinch hips. The skirt was above the knee and showed off finelooking legs.
She introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Cindy.”
I said, “Hi, I’m Tom.”
We did small talk for a while, but then she got serious. She told me her husband worked nights at the mill and gave me her phone number and address.
“Can you come to see me around eight?”
I arrived at her house at 7:50 with my heart racing. This was new to me. What if someone else was there? How Was I going to explain myself? I timidly knocked on the door. When the door opened, thankfully, it was she. This time, she wore only tan shorts and a tee shirt. Her nipples were showing through the shirt, and her vulva was showing through the shorts. I was excited, and it showed through my shorts.
“Come on in. You want some coffee?”
“Sure, I’ll have coffee.”
We sat there for a time. Then she got the ball rolling. “Did you just come here for coffee?” With that urging, I stood and held out my hands for her. She rose and took my hand, leading me into her bedroom. She turned toward me, and I kissed her passionately. We danced with each other’s tongues, increasing our lust.
I pulled her shirt off so I could see those beautiful tits. They were gorgeous. Nice and firm with nipples that stood out from aureoles that were a light tan and only about the size of a Quarter. I kissed and sucked each one before taking her shorts off. Her pussy lips were engorged and called to me, “Eat me.”
She started pulling my clothes off. She went after my belt and shorts while I unbuttoned my shirt. I kicked my loafers off and stood before her nude with a huge hardon. I picked her up and put her on the bed. She spread her legs for me to kiss her there. I dove in, licking her labia and splitting them.
She was already moist, and the taste was intoxicating. I found her clit and made her squirm. It was almost as though it was too much sensation for her. I backed off, but she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth into her. When she had her first orgasm, she pulled on my ears to get me up to her mouth and my dick at her pussy.
I was kissing her mouth with my tongue while she was putting my cock into her vagina. Her vagina was tight and slippery. It grabbed me. She had muscles down there that I had never felt before. She squeezed me and relaxed and did it again. With that kind of treatment, I started to come quickly. It was like a jolt of electricity going from my dick to my head. Involuntarily, my back arched, and I pushed into her with all my being. I laid there on her, spent.
We lay in her bed talking. I had never had such a violent climax. She said it was perfect and wanted to do it again next week. I was glad she said next week because I wasn’t sure I could get it up again after blowing my nuts like that.
She was a takecharge woman. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it. I was glad she was attracted to me. Having her control the action was a boon to me. I did not have much experience in this area.
Cindy recalled how she met Tom.
When this guy walked into the store, I just about climaxed right there. He was unbelievably handsome. He was only about five feet eight and slim. He had an ass like a gymnast. It was nice and round and firm. I was going to take good care of him. I wanted to show him that I was interested, so I went to a secluded area of the store and pulled my panties to the side of my pussy lips.
He was looking for wrenches that were on a bottom shelf. He got down to look. I thought, here goes, I squatted down facing him. I got down very low to ensure he could see what I was advertising. From the way he tried to avert his eyes, I was sure he took the bait. He was a little slow, but eventually, he got the drift.
At the coffee shop, I told him about Sam, my husband, who worked nights and where I lived. I invited him to come over around eight. I was sure he would show up.
At ten to eight, he knocked on my door. I let him in and offered coffee. He said, “Sure.” After a bit, I had to remind him why he was there, so I asked him, “Did you just come for coffee?” After that little nudge, he got with the program. He lifted me from my seat and kissed me. His tongue sought mine, and we were ready to go. I led him to my bedroom, where he got me naked in a hurry.
I worked on his clothes so that he was bare too. He had a nice cock, not huge, but nice. Before he got to fuck me, though, he was going to have to eat me. It turned out that he was very good at that. It wasn’t but a minute or two that he rang my bell. I could feel the heat of my orgasm, and it burned its way throughout my body.
I was pretty well lubricated between my cum and his spit. I pulled him by the ears to my mouth for a kiss so he could enter my vagina. He mounted me and slipped right into my soaking pussy. I came quickly on the second cookie. We climaxed together beautifully. We talked some, and I invited him to come back next week. I was looking forward to it.
Tom continued his narration.
The following week was slow for me. As soon as I recovered my ual stamina, I was ready to go again. I dragged my ass around, going to work and dealing with my wife’s honeydo list. There was always something to do with our onehundredyearold house. Rachel’s list of chores was seemingly endless.
Finally, it was Wednesday, and it was time to go to Cindy’s. I had a night class at the University, so getting out of the house wasn’t difficult. The Prof usually gave us time to study after his lecture, so I was able to get to Cindy’s close to eight.
Less timid now, I knocked. The door was opened immediately by a naked Cindy. She was just as gorgeous as I remembered her. I charged in, kissed her passionately, and started disrobing myself. We raced to the bedroom and jumped on the bed. I started kissing her mouth, her neck, and her breasts. She shivered, and her butt got bumpy again. I was thrilled that I could do that to her.
Finally, I slowed down, and after a lingering kiss on her left breast, I moved to her belly button. I was leaving a trail of saliva all the way down to it. I stuck my tongue in her belly button and wiggled it for a reaction. It was pleasant but not as exciting as what was to come. She pushed my head down to her vulva and commanded me to lick.
Her pussy was already soaking wet, so I used my tongue to separate her inner labia. Flexing the muscles in my tongue, I stabbed her clitoris and rolled it around for several minutes. Cindy broke out in a sweat. I was holding her by the ass cheeks, and she was bucking against my face. Suddenly, she exploded. Her back arched, and she shuddered. I kept on her clit, feeling the contractions. Shortly, she pushed me away because it was too much sensation.
We lay there for a time to catch our breath. In a bit, Cindy pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth, tasting her own juice. I loved her taste and smell. It was probably pheromones. She tolerated it and said, “You smell like pussy.” She put my cock into her vagina and thrust against me. Shortly, I was pumping into her, and she was rocking back with equal force. I exploded into her and shook all over. She ground her pelvis into me, prolonging the sensations of our mutual orgasm.
Our trysts went on through fall into winter. I would show up around eight on Wednesdays, and we would try different positions. I liked them all. She preferred me on top with her legs on my shoulders.
The next week, she told me her brotherinlaw had seen me leaving the house. Cindy said, “He just wanted to get in my pants, so I fucked him to shut him up.” It was a winwin for her; she wouldn’t be exposed, and she got satisfied in the bargain.
Things went along fine till she decided she loved me. She called my wife, confessed, and told her she wanted to marry me. I was just having some extramarital , and I didn’t want to lose my wife. I apologized to my wife. I told her I would not do it again. It was over with Cindy.
The wife cut me off for a while. I didn’t blame her; I had mistreated her. Eventually, my wife and I got things going again.
Years passed, and I ran into Cindy again. I walked into a customer’s office, and there she was. She said, “Tom! Oh, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you.”
I had missed her too. We talked briefly and decided to get together later that day. I got her new number and address.
I called her that afternoon. We decided to meet at a graveyard that was out of the way and not busy. No one would be there, and we would be undisturbed. I was a little old for a car date, but
it didn’t seem otherwise possible with kids and wife at home. Her husband was at home too. Besides, this was just a gettogether and talk meeting.
I parked my truck well back into the place so as not to be seen from the road. Cindy arrived soon after and jumped into my truck. I moved over from the steering wheel and leaned to kiss her. She responded with an open mouth, and our tongues started to dance. There’s something about that simple act that is very exciting. My penis started pushing against my slacks. She was reaching for it while kissing me.
She slid her hand up my leg till she reached her goal. She said, “I guess you are happy to see me.” Then she squeezed it hard, and it grew even more.
I said, “Yes.” I’m still kissing her. I started my hand up under her blouse, under her bra, and tweaked her nipples. Her tits were still as firm as I remembered them. I didn’t want to take her shirt off in case someone did come along, so I satisfied myself by just fondling them under the clothes.
Cindy had a little more in mind than talking. She started unzipping my fly and put her hand in my pants. When she grabbed me, I gave up the idea of just talking. She unbuckled my belt and pulled on my pants. I had to raise a little for her to get them down. She tore them down all the way to my ankles. My dick, freed from the constraints of clothing, stuck up like a flagpole.
She raised herself from the seat and took her panties off but left her skirt on. I noticed that she had taken to shaving her pubes; I started shaving my pubic area five years ago.
She mounted me where I was sitting. She must have been thinking about this tryst all the while she was working and driving over. Her panties were soaked. She positioned herself over me and slipped right on. She went all the way to the bottom in one motion.
I was leaking precum all over, which helped the slipping. Cindy wasn’t here for a quicky. She sat on me and did her kegel exercises. She was gripping and releasing my member slowly. Her pussy was warm and wet and felt wonderful to the head of my dick. Every time she squeezed, my penis got harder. It would thump and send a thrill up my body.
I wanted a little friction to get off, but she was controlling the show. She would rise almost to the point of falling out and then agonizingly slowly sit back down on me. When she reached the bottom, she rolled her clitoris on my pubic bone. The lack of pubic hair felt great and added another dimension to our lovemaking.
I started to hump against her to increase the friction. I was frustrated at not getting off. She had been a good fuck back when we had the affair, but she had gained experience since then. She finally let me come, and hers followed right after.
We cleaned up a little and redressed. Perhaps we were lucky that no one came to disturb us. We started talking, and she mentioned that her husband sometimes spanked her and screwed her in the rear. I told her, “I can’t do that right now, but I am willing to do it the next time we meet.” Right then, we set up a meeting at a hotel that was convenient for both of us.
I went into the motel office and paid cash for a room. They wanted a credit card, but I wasn’t that dumb. About the time Rachel saw that, my nuts would be fried for dinner. It wasn’t a very upscale place, so twenty to the clerk smoothed that out.
I waited outside for Cindy. She parked right in front of me. As she got out of the car, I noticed she was wearing a dress whose fabric clung to her curves. Her nipples were visible as bumps in the fabric. When she walked, the fabric stayed between her legs, showing her prominent pubes. I was excited to watch as she walked.
Neither of us was impressed with the room. It smelled of old carpet. It was cold, so we found and set the heat to full. There were a few clean towels in the bathroom, so we had the essentials. I had brought a bag of toys that included a ping pong paddle, a riding crop, and a heavy leather strap. She was going to get a spanking.
Before we even undressed, we started kissing. I hugged her tightly. She melted into my arms. She was submissive tonight. She wanted that spanking and wanted me to take charge.
I stood beside the bed and told her to strip. There wasn’t much to that because she undid the straps on the dress and let it fall. There were no other clothes. She was a vision. Her hair was still a beautiful dark brown. Her face had not aged and was still very cute. She wore a mischievous smile. Her boobs were firm with hard nipples. Her belly was flat. She had an allover tan. Her pubic area was smooth, and that exposed the swelling of her vaginal lips. Her legs were bare. She kicked her shoes off and said, “I need a spanking.”
I told her to bend over the end of the bed and point her butt up to me. I had the paddle in hand behind my back. As soon as she bent over, I hit her with a hard swat that made a loud smack. She stood up, rubbing her rear. I told her, “No standing or rubbing, or I will give you more on your inner thighs.”
It is important when beginning a spanking session to go slow and light. I did that for her after that first swat. I spanked on each cheek three times before going to the next cheek. After twenty, I paused to look at her butt. It was barely red.
Then I spanked harder and faster, one swat every two seconds. Each of her beautiful globes got two at a time. When I reached fifty, again, I paused. Her ass was taking on a deeper red. I started again; this time, it was faster, one per second, for forty more. She was twitching now, moving from side to side to avoid the paddle.
I stopped with the paddle and took up the riding crop. This switch had a leather handle with a strap so it didn’t fall off the hand. Protruding from the handle was a fiberglass rod 5/16 inch in diameter, twentyeight inches long. On the end was a leather fob two inches wide and one inch long.
I told Cindy that she had moved during her paddling, so she earned ten strokes with the crop on the inside of her thighs. I said, “Spread your legs.” She obeyed and received the hits quickly. That really hurts and is intended to maintain control.
I said, “You have been screwing a strange man, not your husband. For that, you will be strapped ten times. This will be on your butt while you are prone on the bed. If you move too much, I will again strike you with the crop between your legs.”
She lay on the bed with her butt in the air. I started with the strap and laid into her. She couldn’t help moving. The strap took her breath away. I wasn’t sure how much of this treatment she could take, so I stopped the spanking with that. I had her move and sat on the bed. I pulled her over my lap and gently rubbed her crimson rear end. She had tears in her eyes, but she thanked me for spanking her.
I checked her pussy and found it very wet. I ripped off my clothes. She turned over and spread her legs. I looked and enjoyed the sight. She was very fit. There was no fat on her. Her shaved pubes bared her outer and inner lips. They were engorged, and her clit stuck out for me to kiss.
I bent between her legs and licked from bottom to top. I gave the clitoris a few extra nudges and licked down to her vaginal hole. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could. Then I pushed my oral member against the top of her vagina and pulled it up between the labia. The clitoris got another two rolls. I did this until she started breathing hard and quick. She shivered; she humped against my face. She climaxed. I gave the clit a small kiss and crawled up to her face.
I lay there with her for a moment, softly stroking her bare pubes. As she recovered from the orgasm, she reached for my prick. It was quite hard. She pulled me to her and inserted my phallus into her wet vagina. I pulled her legs up and put them on my shoulders. I pumped into her quickly and finished myself off. I collapsed on her and felt her orgasm again.
Cindy moved to California, and I never saw her again. It was a fun final visit.
My wife, Rachel, asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I said, “A spanking.”
She looked at me askance. This was out of the blue. She didn’t know about my adventure with Cindy, and I didn’t plan to tell her. I was feeling guilty, though.
Besides that, I had always wanted to add that to our lovemaking as a form of foreplay. I think it goes back to when I was spanked in school. This was in grade school and spanking was allowed at the time. I had a crush on the gym teacher, and she paddled me for something. I remember having a hard on during the whole episode.
After she recovered, Rachel said, “OK, Get me some reading material so I know what I’m doing.” “Do we need to get appliances?”
I told her, “I called them toys, but no, I already have them.”
She said, “You certainly are prepared. You must have been thinking about it for a time.”
I agreed, “Yes, it has been on my mind for a while. So, will you do it?”
“What have you been up to? I’ll do it but it might be more appropriate if there was a reason.” “Is there a reason?”
I lied, “No, it’s just something I want for my birthday. We can make up a card game to determine the severity and length. I will need to be tied to the bed, so I can’t escape if I chicken out.”
“OK, you get the things together we will need, and I’ll go along with it. I think you are guilty of something, so I will treat it like you deserve it.”
I went to the internet and asked, “How do you spank your man?” There were several hits, and I got some of the advice in print. I took that to Rachel. She read what I gave her and looked at me wonderingly. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, I need it. I think it will add a new dimension to our marriage. You know that I sometimes want to give up control to you. Even though I don’t want to be a sub fulltime, I want to be spanked occasionally. If it works for you, we can add it to our lovemaking as part of foreplay.”
We carted the kids off to my mom’s, telling her we were going to a casino in Chicago overnight. I was excited all day, especially now that we had left the kids. My penis was semihard, straining against my jeans.
The card game had two aspects: how hard to hit and how long it should last. We separated three cards: ace, king, and queen. Ace was very hard, the king was medium, and the queen was easy. We separated three suits for the three toys we had, paddle, crop, and strap. Rachel had me draw one card for the severity of use with each weapon. I got easy with the paddle, very hard with the crop, and medium with the strap.
For length, we decided on a number of hits. The three suits were assigned to the toys. Since the strap and crop were severe in their own right, we assigned values that were low, such as the number of the card was the number of strokes with each. Ace was eleven, and King, queen, and Jack were ten.
I drew the ace for the paddle, which was eleven swats. I got a four for the crop. The strap was a five.
The preliminaries out of the way, Rachel directed me to strip completely. I lay on the bed, and she tied my hands and feet to the bedposts. She started with the strap. The first stroke made me catch my breath; that stung. I didn’t have time to rest because the next stroke came down quickly. I don’t think that Rachel knew what medium was. My ass felt like a lobster looks. It still stung after the minute she gave me to rest.
She picked up the crop and swung it through the air. It made an awful swishing sound. I didn’t have time to contemplate any of that because four strokes were applied to my ass within seconds. I was absolutely sure that there were welts a quarter of an inch high on my butt. They took a week to subside.
Rachel came next to my face so I could see her. She started disrobing slowly. She took off her sweatshirt and then her bra. Her lovely tits were perky, and her nipples were hard. She looked at me and said, “I could get used to this. like your position.”
Next came her jeans and underpants. She had not shaved her pubic hair, and I could see that her pussy had leaked profusely. She straddled my head facing toward my butt and rubbed her wet labia on my face. She took the paddle and started spanking me very hard and fast.
It didn’t hurt much because my nerves were already overloaded from the earlier spanking I had received. It was over too soon for me, but we did want to get to the afterspanking lovemaking.
Rachel untied me quickly. I rubbed my butt and turned over. She straddled my head again, pushing her very wet pussy in my face. I loved it. I stuck my tongue into her vagina and licked up to her clit. I sucked it and got it in my teeth gently. While I had it between my teeth, I flicked my tongue across it very fast. She rolled into me, and I licked around her pussy again and again. It didn’t take her long to climax; she arched her back and pushed harder.
After a brief rest, I rolled on top of her and inserted my dick into her wet vagina. I stayed there for a moment, luxuriating in the warmth of her body. The head of my dick throbbed. I tightened my sphincter, which made my penis jump inside her. I started stroking easily at first. My breath and hers were coming very fast. We were tingling. Lightning flashed between us, and we climaxed. What a glorious feeling.
After we recovered from our mutual orgasm, we talked a little. I thought it might take a week for my ass to recover. Rachel thought I might need another spanking next week.
