A Wife's First Date Ch. 05

A Wife's First Date Ch. 5

This is the fifth chapter of this series, telling the story of a wife's discovery of a real man who can give her what her husband no longer can provide. I encourage you to start from the beginning. I want to again thank Ken Nitsua for his helpful editing assistance.

She felt so exposed and submissive in this position, face down and ass up on the bed with her pussy presented for his viewing. It turned her on beyond even her most intense fantasies. She had not assumed this position in years, except to compel her dutiful husband to lick her ass, an act that cemented his position as the opposite of the dominant man standing behind her and enjoying the view.

She heard him open a condom and thought how lovely it was that he was thoughtful and careful. In her current state of extreme lust, she wished he would come inside of her. She felt the bed shift as he climbed onto the bed. One hand grabbed her hip firmly as the other touched her, gently at first and then more forcefully, trailing his fingers between her lips. She was a little embarrassed at how wet she was, but knew that he would see it as affirmation of his effect on her, not that he needed any more confidence.

She quivered with delight as he continued to stroke her glistening lips, and desperately sought his fingers when he removed his hand. He chuckled at her hunger, and she blushed at his awareness of how much she craved his touch.

Moving closer to her, he began rubbing the head of his cock up and down between her lips. A soft moan escaped her lips. He teased her, pulling back as she tried to force herself back to capture him in her wet and wanton sex. While her position was submissive, she was still used to getting her way. Right now, her way was having his cock deep inside her.

"Tell me what you want." He sounded amused.

She hesitated, then screamed as a hand cracked down on her ass. "Fuck, that hurt!"

"Then tell me."

She continued to squirm toward the teasing head of his cock, to no avail. "I want your cock deep in me."

He began to split her swollen lips with the head of his cock, only to pull back as she tried to impale herself on his member. She gasped in frustration.

"Someone is going to have to learn that they are not in control. I am not your girly submissive husband, and you are not in control of my cock or your pussy for that matter. Your only decision is whether to stay or leave. Once you stay, I own everything else and your feisty ass will play by my rules. Do you want to stay?"

"Yes, now please fuck me!"

With her pleading and his desire to be surrounded by her pink wetness, he relented and pushed into her, filling her with the manhood she so craved. He was rock hard, not semi hard like her husband. His thrusts were aggressive as he bottomed out deep in her pussy, causing her to shift her body to accommodate the full extent his manliness. His cock spread her walls wide like she had never been fucked before. The friction of it sliding over her wetness was heavenly.

It felt so amazing to be fucked by a real man. It was everything she missed. The brute force, the male hunger for satisfaction, the rough thrusting as his body slapped against her upturned ass. Again, nothing like her husband, although in fairness she told him he was not man enough to be on top to begin with and only allowed him to lie below her as she rode his girly shrunken and semi-soft clit to multiple orgasms. This was different- the difference between taking your pleasure and being taken like a real man takes a woman. She had missed that so much.

She was almost in a trance when he grunted, "Rub your clit, come again for me."

She reached between her legs and complied, trapping her slippery clit between her fingers. She rubbed, first in rhythm with his thrusts and then faster as she could feel her body building toward another climax. The buildup was fast and intense as she could feel the ridge of his cock skate across her g-spot. She relished the climb and then crested over the threshold to explosive bliss. She cried out with pleasure.

He fucked her hard and fast through the last aftershocks of her orgasm, still in control and rock hard. Once she had a minute to recover, she asked, "Can I please get on top, I want to show you," knowing that she could have many more wonderful orgasms.

He agreed, because he wanted to see her come. He pulled out and turned on his back. She climbed on top, impaling herself on his still stiff cock and leaning over to kiss him deeply.

As she began to rock her hips back and forth on his cock, Peter's hardness felt so good. She pulled her clit up across his pubic mound and then pushed her hips backward and then forward again on his hardness, dragging the ridged head of his cock back and forth across her g-spot.

It was her favorite position, but while she loved the power and control she had over her husband, Peter felt so different, somehow making her feel like he remained in control of her, as if she were his toy bouncing back and forth. He was so hard and thick that her pussy walls seem to grip and squeeze his cock as she rode him, providing a new sensation of fullness and stretching that intensified the wonderful friction against her g-spot. She blasted off with her first massive orgasm, her raspy breathing turning into hoarse moans of pleasure. After what seemed like minutes, she collapsed on Peter's chest.

"Wow," he whispered softly in her ear, thrusting in and out of her more slowly while she caught her breath.

She managed a smile. "We're just getting started."

She sat up again and continued to rock back and forth on his hardness, increasing her speed and grinding her clit into him. Once again, she began to build up to another orgasm from the dual stimulation of her clit and her vaginal walls. She had always been able to have multiple orgasms this way, but Peter felt different - more powerful than even those early years when she learned how to make her body serve her evolving desire for sexual fireworks.

She breathed deeply to fuel the pleasure. She moved even faster, abusing her clit against him and driving her body over the crest of climax up and down on his magnificent cock. The second orgasm was almost as powerful as the first. Her moans of pleasure were so loud that she wondered whether nearby hotel guests could hear.

"You are amazing!" This time it was more than a whisper.

"Thank you," she said, with a proud lilt in her voice. She sat up on his cock and began to move back and forth once again.

She would normally push for multiple more orgasms herself, taking advantage of her husband's well-trained ability not to come. He loved nothing more than the feeling of emasculating denial as she climbed off of him, satiated by her many orgasms and leaving him without release. She had had to overcome the loss of the pleasure she gained from making her husband lose control and blast into her, gasping with his release.

Peter was different. Being with him fueled her desire to please a real man. She could already tell that he was not one to relish or even fathom being denied the pleasure of his manhood. She began to focus on his pleasure, rocking all the way back so she bottomed her tightness out on the base of his cock and then forward across his full length, squeezing him with every stroke. She had a powerful desire to serve Peter's pleasure with her body, a feeling long suppressed as a result of her husband's desire for emasculation and complete submission to her.

With that silent realization, she fucked Peter even harder, seeking her reward in his pleasure. After a few minutes of her fucking him like a whore desperate for more money, she felt his body tense with the tell-tale signs of a building orgasm. She got her reward when his breath became a loud gasp as his body contracted and released over and over again. As his contractions subside and he softened inside her, she reached a thrilling "last orgasm" stolen by her husband's desire to be denied. Her moans turned to breathless cries of ecstasy beyond the capacity of her concern for the neighbors' sleep.

Spent, she collapsed on Peter's chest. They both tried to catch their breath, basking in the pleasure they had just given each other.

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