GEORGE'S CROSS PART 2

My wife is panting as I finish the recollection of my time with Domina, my very own dominatrix story. She licks her lips and says, “How much cum was there, exactly?”

“More than I think… ever!”

She touches a hand gently to her chest. “What was it?”

“Keeping me on edge… the gentle application of pain… the mixture of it… the BDSM toys… vibrating toys… and I think, her. She was cruel, but also, I dunno. It’s hard to explain.”

My wife bites her lip. “Come on, tell me, George.”

“Okay…”

I don’t want to offend my wife, but here goes…

“So it was… Well, obviously, she was attractive and younger. She had a great figure.”

To my surprise, my wife puts down her glass of wine, opens her legs and reveals the massage wand she’s been hiding down the side of her seat.

Spreading her legs, she holds the wand over the scrap of lace between those beautiful legs and I watch, rapt as she hooks her knees over either arm of the chair.

“So… I was… not always hard… but it was… I wanted to know what she was thinking and I never quite knew what she was thinking and that drove me crazy. And every time she said something like she liked my butt or she stroked my cock and seemed to enjoy it…”

My wife arches in her chair, eyes fluttering open and closed. At the same time, I’m hardening at the sight before me, but also at recalling the story.

“I wondered if she was wet, if her nipples were hard under that suit. Did she even wear underwear, or was she completely naked?” My wife groans, the wand going to max setting. “She had this zip going all the way up the back, and it would’ve been so easy to open. Might’ve revealed her naked behind. What would I have done, I asked myself, if she had been naked and no underwear… just a wet pussy right in front of my face as she bent over?”

“Tell me,” she nearly barks.

“I probably would’ve plunged my face right in there, pussy, ass and all. Then taken her… hard.”

My wife’s head thrashes on her shoulders. “Oh, yeah…”

“I also wondered if she would’ve sucked me if she hadn’t been employed by you. If we were two strangers who’d just met… something like that.” My wife’s eyes widen; I can’t believe she loves the idea of this. “Then I thought, would she take me in the ass, pussy, both? Would she drink my spunk? I imagined all that while we were engaged in the scene.”

“Oh god, don’t stop,” demands my wife.

“She’d be on that cross instead, and I’d have pegs all over… I’d finger her… fuck her with my tongue, cock… I’d slap her big breasts, spank that luscious ass… I’d spunk everywhere… in her hair, up in all her holes…”

My wife screams as she comes, juices soaking the seat beneath her. Chest heaving up and down. I move quickly and drag those filthy panties off her, releasing my rock-solid cock from its confines.

I’m straight in between those filthy, wet lips… pounding deep into her without an ounce of care. She unclips her bra and tosses it away, her nipples deep red and puckered. She’s left in just her stockings, suspenders and black patent stiletto heels. Her shaved pussy is smothered with arousal, coating me luxuriously so I can fit my big cock inside her without hindrance.

“George, fuck me, fuck me all night!”

“God, yeah.”

Fucking her hard so she’s rocking back and forth in the chair, I roar, “She would’ve had my cum all over her! And you’d have been watching… touching yourself. I would’ve fucked her until she had it coming up out of her…”

My wife comes hard, clamping around me over and over again. She screams so loud, the neighbours will definitely have heard that. Good job they know us well enough by now.

We swap places and I’m in her chair, she’s riding me like a cowgirl, not even thinking about me. Her eyes are closed, she’s touching her breasts, her clit, rubbing her hands everywhere and I’m in awe… of this woman. Of every woman. I love women. She knows that. None more so than her.

“Tell me more, George,” she begs, rocking over me with greedy hips.

She’s gone deep into the zone like I was at the time.

“When she had her finger in my arse, it was so naughty.”

“Yes,” she murmurs.

“I was constantly like a full hose pipe that’s awaiting just a slight turn of the tap… that little bit… pressure released…” She clutches her throat. “She was constantly grazing that tap, just… I was waiting to blast any minute…”

“Fuck, George. I thought I’d ordered you a relaxation session… help you get out your own head a bit.”

I realise something suddenly. My wife stops gyrating, and we stare at one another.

“Domina liked me?”

“I’d say she liked you very, very much. It turns me on, knowing that.”

It sinks in…

Hell yes! I pleased her and that’s why I got the full works and she took me to places neither of us had pre-agreed on. It all happened naturally because she liked me. Behind it all, she might have even… fancied me?

I stand up with my wife in my arms and carry her upstairs, like a King.

In our bed, she lies beneath me, staring up at me with wonder.

“Special, George. You don’t know how special.”

I thrust back into her and she groans deeply, gratefully. I’m rock-hard at the thought of having pleased two women today. I’ve been reminded that yes, I’m passionate, work hard and I’m a good man. We will get through this, together.

“Make love to me,” she whispers.

“I can do this all night,” I tell her, grabbing her grateful ass.

“Don’t stop…”

She looks at me with all the love in the world.

My own Domina.