Part 1

“I’m so sorry honey,” his wife said to him.  He knew she meant it.  She had tears in her eyes.

They had both lost their jobs.  They had both worked out their budget, and had figured out that they had only five bucks a month to blow.  Any more than that and they would not be able to pay their mortgage, or buy food if they chose that option.

Steve felt incredibly lucky.  In comparison to his buddies, he had the best wife in the world.  She was always “willing”.  In fact she had never said no, or shrugged off his desire to make love with her.  She had not always met him with the same fervor that he felt, but she had always coupled without seeming to resent it.  She seemed to love to take care of his need to orgasm, even if she didn’t feel like cumming herself.

His buddies did not have the same luck with their wives.  To hear them tell their tales of woe they were lucky to get laid a couple of times a month. 

Steve and Shari made love five or six times a week.  None of his buddies believed him when he told them that, but it was the truth anyway.

And, Steve mused, Shari had been more and more responsive in the last year or so.  Maybe it was true that women didn’t really come of age sexually till they were thirty something.  In fact, in the last several months, she had had multiple orgasms several times.  That had made him feel manly!

The two of them cuddled in front of the heater vent.  They pretended it was a fire.  Shari had even cut out some yellow and orange paper in flame patterns and put it over the vent.  When the furnace came on, it wiggled and waved and if one held their eyelids just right, it looked like flame.  They were sitting on their bed cover on the floor and cuddling on their pillows. 

Steve put his hand on his wife’s breast, cupping her boob gently.  He could see his wife smile as he did so.  He felt her nipple stiffen under his middle finger.  He tweaked it gently.

“Mmmmmm!” Shari murmured.

“I love you baby,” Steve said softly.

“I love you too baby, with all my heart and body and brain.”

Steve chuckled.  “Your brain baby?” 

“Yea, my brain.  For instance, right now my brain is loving you so much that I am thinking about granting you your favorite fantasy for your anniversary present!”

Steve thought about that.  ‘My favorite fantasy . . .’  He tried to remember what she might think his favorite fantasy was.  He had some immediate thoughts about what his favorite fantasy was, but the most lurid one, the one that came to his mind first, he felt pretty sure was not the one she was thinking of.

Shari turned onto her back.  “Make love to me here in front of our fire and I will whisper it to you while you fuck your wife, OK?”

Steve’s ears pricked up.  His wife had rarely, if ever, said the ‘F’ word. 

She began to unbutton her blouse.  “We are dancing at a club . . . .” she began.

She reached under her blouse and removed her breasts from her bra.  “We are dirty dancing honey.  And I forgot to wear my bra . . . for some reason . . . .”

Her fantasy was definitely starting out sexy enough!  Steve tweaked her nipples one by one.  Shari had such great nipples!  Steve suckled on her left nipple for a few moments.

“Mmmmmmmm!  Feels good baby! . . . All of a sudden you realize, as we dance, that I have unbuttoned a few of the buttons on my blouse.  You look down over my shoulder and see that my titties are partly visible to the other men and women in the club where we are dancing.”  Shari had her hand behind Steve’s head as she held him to her breast, enjoying his suckling mouth.

Steve found himself feeling frantic about entering his wife.  She had indeed begun to relate his favorite fantasy.  But he could not remember telling her about it before.  He didn’t dare ask; but his prick was so hard now that it felt as if it might burst.

Steve moved over his wife.  She guided him into her, pulling her panties aside.  Steve sank into her, socketing into her like he so loved to do.  Her velvety slickness was like an addiction to him.  He pumped, and felt his wife pumping back, her eyes staring into his.

“Yeah, fuck that gorgeous cock into this married cunt you big stud!” Shari gurgled.

Steve went into a frenzy of hip thrusts, cumming in far too short a while. 

When he finally regained enough strength to roll off of her, Shari smiled at him.  “You like that fantasy, baby!  So that is what I will give you for our anniversary.  Our tenth anniversary.”

“Are you kidding honey?  You really want that?”

Shari kissed her husband softly.  “For you baby, once.  One time and I will rely on you to choose the location and who is there.  Deal?”

Steve realized he was hard again, just from thinking about what she had promised him. 

“OH!  WOW!  You stud!  Fuck this married pussy again honey!!!!!”

Steve did, lasting longer this time.  His delighted wife came three times before he filled her with his remaining vanilla pudding.

Shari purred as she regained her breath.  “That was great baby!  I can hardly wait to feel how good it feels on our anniversary!”

Our Tenth Anniversary - part 2

Steve awakened a few mornings later with a very unfamiliar sensation.  He decided that it was the end of a very pleasurable dream.  But when he lay there, he realized that he was awake.  He pulled the covers back to find that indeed, his penis was being devoured.  It was Shari. 

She looked up at his surprised face without even taking his penis out of her mouth.  She suckled for a bit longer, then grinned at him and said, “I decided that if I am going to be the dessert for your friends I had better learn how to titillate their members.  Am I doing alright?”  She went back to sucking, still watching his astonished face. 

Then with his eyes still riveted to her, she pushed forward and Steve felt his hard-on slide down his wife’s throat!  It was too much; his sperm rocketed out of his testicles and into his wife’s gullet.

Shari suckled more gently as his prick continued to pulse and spurt.  When she was sure he had nothing left to give, she released him.  “Did I do all right baby?” she asked in a childlike voice.  “That was my first time ever to orally enjoy a man.”

Steve could hardly believe the changes that his wife seemed more than willing to make.  “OH GOD YES!” he replied. “You were fantastic!”

She giggled and moved up beside him.  She kissed him, then he felt her tongue caressing his lips.  He opened his mouth and she French kissed him deeply.  After a long sensuous kiss, she leaned back and asked, “Did I taste like a slut when I kissed you baby?”  Her hand was on his cock.  She giggled again as she stroked his shaft.  “I see that you did like the taste of your own cream honey!”  She kissed him deeply again. 

Steve grinned as he noticed that he was indeed hard again.  He nodded enthusiastically.

Shari threw her leg over his hips then mounted him.  She was saturated with her own juices and easily bottomed out on his new erection.  She looked down at her husband.  “Have you decided which gentlemen you are going to invite to our little celebration baby?”  She had cocked her eyebrow at him expectantly.  Before he could answer she went on, “Will your handsome tennis partner be one of our guests?”

Steve’s tennis partner was a tall, well-built black man.  Steve and he had been playing tennis together for years.  Steve remembered commenting once to his wife that he was ‘hung like a horse’. 

Shari’s hips seemed to have taken on a little added urgency when she asked her husband that.  Steve decided to have a little fun with it.  “Are you hoping to be toyed with by a well equipped black man honey?”

Shari exploded into orgasm. 

She collapsed onto her husband’s chest after a very long and exceptionally strong orgasm, gasping for breath.  After she regained her breath, she chuckled. 

“I guess I am!” she said, almost as if she had not realized it before.  Her vaginal muscles were still pulsing and twitching inside her.  Steve felt his already hard member begin to tighten again in response to his darling wife’s continued vaginal spasms. 

Steve rolled his wife over, being careful not to slip out of her still spasming chamber, and began to pump into her again, using a little upward bump at the end of each inward stroke.  He looked down into her eyes as he pumped her. 

Shari eagerly pumped right back, and began to add a tightening squeeze of his member right after his little upward bump.  Then she shut her eyes.  “I’m pretending you’re wonderfully Black and have no condom on and are going to cum inside me,” she murmured. 

Shari exploded again, and continued to cum for the full time that Steve fucked her.  When Steve did cum, it was without question the strongest orgasm he remembered ever having.

“God that was hot!”  she murmured into his ear.

Steve grinned.  This ‘present’ he was getting for their tenth anniversary was already the best present he had ever received! Steve could only imagine how good it would be in a few more days.

Steve’s face then took on a serious look. 

Shari noticed of course.  “What baby?”

Steve took a deep breath.  He had a very hard time asking what was on his mind though.

“What baby, just say it, OK?” Shari coaxed.

“Once we get going, you know, on our anniversary, at the party, I am afraid that I will push you farther than you want to go honey.  I have this fantasy, and we have never really explored any of it in depth . . . .”

Shari put her hand on his lips.  “Honey, if for some reason I do not want to do something that you want me to do, I will look you in the eye and gently shake my head, like this,” she showed what she meant, “OK?  And if I want to do something YOU don’t want me to do, you do the same, OK?  Other than that, anything goes, alright baby?”

Steve watched his wife for any reservations she might have. 

Shari asked, “Are you surprised by how open I am to being your little slut, babe?”  She grinned her teasing grin.

Steve stared at his wife.  “Honestly, yes I am, but it is so exciting having you being so . . .  I guess ‘sexual’ is the word.  OK, just so you know, I have seven guys that want to be at our party.  All of them have gone to the doc and had tests for disease and stuff.  So when we get there, if you want to, you can accept their sperm into you.”  Steve blushed when he said it. 

Shari giggled.  “God baby, you just got hard again!  This is fantastic.  One more good orgasm for you and then no more sex till our anniversary, promise me?  No masturbation or anything.  Promise?”

Steve promised, reluctantly. 

Shari looked at her husband.  She smiled at him as she clutched his member inside her. She kissed him lovingly.  When she relaxed and smiled up at him, she asked, “Any women going to be there to watch and participate?”

Again Steve erupted deep inside her. 

Shari giggled.

Our Tenth Anniversary - part 3

For the next several days, Shari fondled her husband’s penis whenever she awakened but he was still asleep. She loved giving him a beautiful hard on as he slept, but pulling her hand back and feigning sleep when he started to awaken.  She could tell how tortured he felt as he walked around with a swollen thickness in his PJs or underwear; it was even visible when he came down to breakfast fully dressed.  She would kiss him fondly, rubbing her breasts, covered only with a sheer negligee, across his tummy, her nipples making their turgid presence known as she kissed him.  Just before he left for work, she took delight in putting her hand on his bulge, squeezing it as she reminded him that he had promised not to have an orgasm until their anniversary.

The second night, he seemed to stay either hard or semi hard all night, his prick often accidentally rubbing against her thigh or back announcing his frustration. 

That next morning she commented on his very obvious erotic display, commenting that she was glad her mother wasn’t staying with them at the moment.  He had groaned in answer.  She had kissed him softly, her nearly naked abdomen pressed against his ballooned thickness. 

“Oh god, baby, I am having such a hard time with this not cumming promise.  It’s only been two days and I am going crazy!  I am getting nothing done at work, since I have to redo it ten times to make sure I didn’t accidentally write ‘fuck’ or ‘cum’ or ‘orgasm’ or something like that right in the middle of a paragraph!” he had said in all seriousness.

“Just two more nights baby, just two more nights, then it’s our anniversary and you get to live your fantasy!” she had chuckled back at him.

‘Not that it is easy for me,’ she thought to herself.  ‘I’ve never been this turned on in my whole life!  I am beginning to regret getting darling hubby to agree to no orgasms till our anniversary.  God who would have ever thought I would have to dry myself even if I didn’t just go potty!’

On the eve of their anniversary, Shari decided to really push the envelope.  She cooked dinner, then came to the table naked under her most sheer nightie.  Her abdomen literally buzzed with pent-up excitement.  Steve took one look at her and wailed in torment.  “Oh GOD your gorgeous and sexy!  I have never felt so turned on in my whole life as I do right now!” he lamented.

“I have a big thick dildo inside me right now, honey!  I am just as turned on as you are!  Want me to get a nice dildo and put it inside you?”

As Steve stood there staring at her, the front of his slacks turned dark with the seeping wetness of his seminal fluids. 

Shari started to giggle as the dark wet spot spread farther and farther down his crotch. 

Steve looked down to see what she was looking at, then flushed red with shame.

“One more night, sweetheart, then our anniversary is here and we can finally get ready to go out and fulfill our fantasies, baby,” she said softly as she looked wistfully at her beloved spouse’s reaction to seeing her so blatantly vulnerable and sexy.

It did not escape Steve’s attention that his wife, while dressed as if she were some blatant royal courtesan in a tale of the Arabian Nights, had said it was her fantasy too.

By the time he removed his trousers, the moist wetness of his excitement that was showing on the front of him had stained his crotch dark all the way to his knees.

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