NOTE: This chapter does not include a BDSM scene. I am including it in the BDSM category because my next chapters will.
Julia had been my wife’s friend for a while. Out of the blue, she called one day. She explained that she felt the need to let me know that she could no longer be friends; things were not working between her and Elizabeth (Elli). The call seemed quite strange. As far as I He knew, she and Elli hadn’t spoken or done anything together for some time. They had drifted apart.
Julia was a strong woman, even aggressive at times. She worked in the business world in a high-level corporate job and had developed an attitude of bitchiness. She wanted everyone around her to know how strong she was and that she was the boss. She rubbed me the wrong way. I often thought of taming her with some intensity lessons. The time was coming.
Julia was strong and aggressive in all areas. Her business attitude poured over into her personal life, likely contributing to Elli and her drifting apart. Julia liked to flirt and did so with me often. And she wasn’t discreet about it. I played along. I think she wanted to portray herself as being accomplished in all areas, including her sex life. As was often the case, we were having drinks at the neighborhood pool party one Saturday. Julia was a little more tipsy than usual and became more aggressively flirtatious.
“You look hot today,” she opened the conversation.
“And so do you,” I replied.
“It’s a Shame this isn’t a ‘clothing optional’ gathering; I’d be trying to get you out of that swimsuit and into the pool.” Julia said in her usual I am in charge tone.
“Be careful; you might get more than you bargain for,” I replied. “You will need a ‘safeword’ with me.”
“A what?” she responded with a confused look. Seems she wasn’t so ‘in charge’ afterall.
“A safe word. Surely a woman like you knows what a safeword is.” I answered. “I need another beer,” I said as I walked away before she could response. From the bar, I saw her looking at her phone. She looked up in my direction, her mouth open in surprise. I guessed she had googled to learn what I mean by safe word.
It didn’t take her long to find her way back to me. I am certain she had unbuttoned a button on her coverup. I made it an obvious, not subtle look at the cleavage spilling out of her bikini top.
“A safe word, really?” she spoke quietly into my ear. “I have never heard of that until a few minutes ago.”
“You must be kidding,” I replied.
“I am not kidding,” she replied. “why don’t you teach me sometimes?”
“I told you, be careful what you wish for.” A little awkward, “I have to head home, but enjoy the party,” I said as I turned and walked away leaving her to ponder our conversation. The flirting, this time, had been much more direct than usual.
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A few weeks later, my ordinary afternoon was interrupted by the doorbell. I answered it and was surprised to find Julia standing there. My radar started going off upon seeing her. Julia is attractive in that bitchy sort of way. She always came across to me as needing a good hard fuck. A fit, but not firm, body that spend some time exercising but not enough to be called athletic. Today, her nice round C cups were held firmly in place with a sports bra under a thin, loose-fitting tank top. Absent the sports bra, her boobs would have been offering peeks at the side, and I am sure her nipples would have been easy to see through the thin fabric. Classic rich bitch, I thought, glancing down at her short skirt.
“Hey Julia, how are you?” I asked.
“I am great,” she said. “I was out and about and thought I would stop by to say hi to Elli.”
“Oh, sorry. She is out of town and not back until Thursday, but I will tell her you stopped by,” I replied.
She stepped through the door uninvited and, clearly by intention, burned my arm with her breast. She grinned and said, “must be my lucky day then. I have been wanting to talk to you about this safeword thing you mentioned.”
I had forgotten our pool party conversation, but it came back to me in a flash.
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Elli and I have a bit of a kinky life and really enjoy BDSM. I love pushing her limits and especially making her “suffer” through multiple orgasms. We had purchased a bondage benchmark for our, as we liked to call it, secret little sex room. If you are not familiar, a bond bench looks like a small picnic table. The padded seats are really a platform for a person’s hands and knees and top isn’t really a table top but a thin padded leather platform. It is of a few inches wide so the “victims” body parts are all easily accessible. At various locations along the seat and top are spots for hooks, tethers, etc., to secure your playmate.
I began to imagine Julia, on all fours, on our benchmark and her question brought me back to the moment.
“Sorry, what was that? I asked.
“Can I get a glass ofwine?” she repeated as she wandered from our foyer into the kitchen with me following behind. I couldn’t help but notice how short her skirt was seeming to be a size to small.
“Sure,” I said, “but Elli is not here. Do you want to come back sometimes when she is.”
“No, thanks,” he replied, “I’ll just have that glass of wine and then be on my way, I promise.”
“Fair enough, I will be right back.” I said and went to the pantry for a bottle of chardonnay. Coming back into the kitchen I found Julia comfortablely seated on top of the kitchen island, her skirt was riding high on her thighs and it seemed she had hiked the back so she was not sitting on her skirt. I opened the bottle and poured a geerous glass and handed it to Julia. She took a nice long sip, licked her lips and said, “thank you, this is delicious.”
I leaned back against the counter opposite where Julia was seated. She leaned back, resting on one hand while taking another sip of her wine. I was unable to keep from glancing down as her skirt rod further up her thighs, barely covering what was underneath. I felt a slight ache being between my legs.
As the small talk continued Julia seemed to be on constant motion, shifting her hps about and adjusting her position on the countertop, her skirt riding higher each time until it was finally high enough for me to see her panties, covering her pushy underneath the skirt. However, they weren’t much for panties and I could keep my eyes up. Julie never aknowledge by wander eyes or tried to pull her skirt down o cover herself in anyway. Her “panties” we a white gauze like material and were nearly see through, or might as well have been. Pressing against the material was a plump pussy covered in a an apparently well-groomed tuft of hair. I could tell she wasn’t shavled, but seemed to keep things nice and tidy, trimmed close.
For the second time during her visit I was started back to reality as she said, “like what you see?”
“Uh, sorry,” I replied with what I am sure was a quite embarrased look on my face.
She grinned and said, “don’t worry, feel free to look but no touching…today. But there is something I wanted to discuss.” and she slid forward and off the contrast, standing only a foot or so in front of me.
“I did some research on this safeword thing.” She said through a grin. “So I ahve decided to give you a safe word and for today it is ‘piglet.’ If at anytime you want me to sop just use your safeword.” as she dropped to her knees in front of me.
I hesitated, not sure what to do, and before I could say anything her fingers were inside the waistband of my vouri shorts and was pulling them down my legs. They ended up at my ankles and she lifted one foot out, then the other, and tossed my shorts to the side. She pushed my feet apart and looked up at me as her hands slide slowly from my ankles to my thighs.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I felt her fingernails slide slowly on the undersIde of my balls, slowly from back to front and along the underside of my rapidly growing shake. Encircling the head with her thumb and index finger she slide slow down my shake to the hilt and gave a gentle squeeze. I was now hard as can be, my cock bouncing in front of her face. She stared up at me. Her hand formed a cup for my balls. She eased closer to me, slowly parted her lips, and took just the head into her mouth and clsoed her lips genlty. I felt her tongue gentle flicking the underside of my head.
She opened her mouth and took in another inch of my cock, slowly closing her lips around it again. Staring up at me she opened again, took another inch and closed again. Her mouth was war and wet. Her tongue cradled my cock each time that took in another inch and at last she had me all the way to the hilt, deep in her throat. She sucked her mouth tght around me and slowly pulled back until my cocked pospped out of her mouth and then repeated the process again, taking me in slowly a little at a time and sucking her way off my cock, never looking away from my eyes.
Angain…and again she took me slowly in and slowly out. I felt it building, felt my balls beginning to tighten, felt my knees starting to weaken.
‘”I…am…gonna…..cum” I warned her. She pulled her mouth from my cock, hestiated, and the wrapped her lips around the head, sucking only the head and caressing the tip with her tongue.
Pulse….Cum…the load into her mouth. She opened and took in antoher inch and pulse….cum…another load into her mouth. I feel her swallow, feel her moough open, and another inch taken. Pulse….cum…into her mouth and she took me all the way in, deeper into her throat and pulse…..cum….and she swallowed again. Sliding off she opened her mouth just under my head…and waited….a gentle pulse and cum on her tongue. She waited. She wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft and squeezed her way to the head, squeezed a few last drops of cum onto her tongue. And she swallowed.
She stood, looking me in the eye, and said “you must have forgotten your safeword.” and kissed me on the lips.
She pulled away and said, “I really must be going. Next time I will come prepared with a safeword of my own and you better be ready.”
She left me standing in my kitchen and let herself out the front door.
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