Amanda Olson never really considered herself the overly sensual type. Sure, she enjoyed sex once in a while, but she didn't really have any kinks, or bizarre fantasies, or fetishes, or other cravings like that. She also didn't think she would be particularly attractive to the sort of person who did. She was perhaps wrong in this respect, for she was undeniably cute, and the fact that she didn't know she was made her even cuter. She had short blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Her eyes were one of the most attractive parts of her pretty face, being big, round, and soulful. Her husband Jim knew her so well that he could almost tell her thoughts just by gazing into her beautiful eyes. She could do the same to him, of course. Like her, Jim did not think himself particularly appealing, and just as he would attest to her being wrong, so too would she argue vehemently against any assertion of his that he was not. He really was quite handsome, with his piercing green eyes and his perfect teeth. He was 28, 5 years older than Amanda, but it was almost love at first sight, so age never mattered to them. There was nothing special about their sex life, but there was nothing wrong with it either. They were a typical blissful newly married couple, spending many a happy night in each other's loving arms, pleasuring one another in every way possible. This, to each, was what made the other attractive. Though they had no real fetishes, though they did not think themselves particularly attractive, each one was so eager to please the other. That is what made their lovemaking so magical. Perhaps the way they started out each time could be described as fairly normal, though they didn't really mind the description. It all started out of course, with them being in the mood, and Jim dropping the hint that perhaps the night's activities could be spiced up just a bit. It was always him, Amanda noticed. It's not as though she didn't enjoy the activities once they had commenced, no, she enjoyed them a great deal. However, no matter how much she was able to get into sex while she was engaged in it, she found herself just unable to initiate it. However, that meant that if he didn't start things off, she would have to go unsatisfied, and that had a certain unpleasant quality to it, as could be very well imagined. That led to Amanda's dilemma one quiet evening. They were just sitting at home, relaxing, in their spacious bedroom, watching TV. A fairly nondescript evening, that much is certain. However, the crisis began when Amanda start to feel a stirring from deep within her, a desire that could only mean one thing. She did not what was the cause of it, perhaps it was some attractive man on television-- or perhaps her attractive husband right next to her. In any case, the more she thought about it, analyzing in her mind the source of her desire, the more it grew. She thought she could feel an actual tingle deep inside of her body as her desire rose to the surface, it was as though, even though her body had not physically responded yet, she could already physically feel her lust. Amanda was horny, there was no doubt about that, and so she hoped, hoped with all her might that Jim might somehow get the hint, somehow without her having to say anything he would get the idea of what she needed, and in his way, would take care of her. Still, on this particular evening, this was not to be. Jim had other ideas, and at the top of the list was sleeping. When the news ended, he turned to face her. "I'm pretty tired, I'm going to turn it off, if that's ok?" he asked, picking up the remote. "Oh..." said Amanda, trying to think fast, lest things go horribly wrong. "Ok," she said, almost automatically her mind still elsewhere. "G'night, Manda," he said, kissing her softly before rolling over, sighing a bit as he settled into his usual indentation in the comfortable bed. Amanda sighed softly as well, as she tried to settle in; her hopes for the evening having been dashed, she tried to focus on other things. She shut her eyes, but in the darkness beyond the darkness all she could see were images of her desire, each thought fueling the fire that was burning within her. She wondered why she was so shy around her own husband, why she couldn't just ask him-- fear of rejection maybe? For a man to initiate sex with a woman, and for her to accept, is the logical course of events; it's not as though they both do not want it, he merely has to make the first move, much like the usual situation where the man asks the woman out on a date as well. For him to initiate sex and be rejected, though less fortunate for him, is also par for the course, he attempted to make the first move, but it is the nature of the female to be less interested in sex-- or so society has drilled into the heads of every person that has ever lived-- so her rejection of his advances is logical as well. But for the woman to initiate it, and to be rejected, that turns everything that society has ever taught on its ear, now the woman is the insatiable, predatory one, now she is seeking what she desires, and for the man to refuse the advances of a woman craving sexual pleasure would threaten one thing that almost every man prides, his virility and masculinity. It was a lose-lose situation for both of them if he refused, and a gamble Amanda was previously not willing to take, given their state of tranquillity thusfar. This was all well and good, except for the obvious fact that it did nothing about the fire that still burned within her. Merely wishing for it to go away seemed to be doing no good at all, in fact, it was quite counterproductive, because in wishing for it to go away, she was fixating upon it, and in doing that, she was making the situation worse. She contemplated touching herself, but she doubted if she could do that without waking him up. Then again, if he woke up, he might want to join in, and that would serve the purpose nicely. She crawled out from under the covers, pulling her soft nightie up a bit, and spread her legs. She was already a bit moist, but when she slid her hand slowly across her pink womanhood, barely touching it, her desire began to really grow, her juices starting to flow. Her nectar dripped out of her as she slid her hand up and down her lips, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she began pleasuring herself. Still no response from Jim, so Amanda thought it best to turn up the heat. She rubbed her aching lips a bit faster, her hand gliding across their smooth surface. A throbbing bud hardened and emerged from her treasure, and to this she devoted the most attention, rubbing this in small circles, each revolution prompting her to moan just a little bit louder. She closed her eyes and arched her back as she continued to rub herself in little circles, until she felt a hand on hers, guiding her in her motions. She smiled up at him, she was glad he had awakened, and she was even more so when he clearly knew what her aims were. He slipped out of the boxers in which he slept fairly effortlessly, and Amanda noticed that he had clearly taken notice of her, for he was quite aroused. He leaned over, and kissed her deeply, while his hand continued to guide hers in rubbing her pink flower. He then pulled slowly away from her, kissing down her neck, and moving on top of her, caressing her pert breasts with one hand, as he guided her hand away from her aching womanhood with the other. He kissed her again, teasing her eager love nest with his long, hard shaft, brushing it lightly against her, prompting a coo of delight from her, silenced with another kiss. She moaned softly as he teased her for what seemed like an eternity, before his hips lunged forward. Amanda practically screamed as Jim's eager, throbbing manhood just about tore into her. It was perhaps a bit painful at first, but the pain quickly gave way to waves of pleasure, growing more and more intense with each time Jim slid out and then plowed into her. He gave it to her hard, every mighty push into her tight hole shaking her entire body, especially her breasts. The fact that Amanda was just lying back and taking it, like some sort of doll, a toy, so to speak, was only making them both that much hotter. Over and over Jim rammed her, each hard stroke shaking her entire body. Amanda closed her eyes, moaning each time her body shook from the huge shaft that was penetrating her over and over, her little breasts quivering from the motion of her body. Jim slid his hands along her soft, smooth legs, holding them apart while his hips thrust wildly into her, her gasps and moans spurning him onward. He gave it to Amanda as hard as he could, her entire body was shaking, the hard, repeated collisions were shoving her back and forth like a rag doll. One of his hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, kneading them softly in his hands, one of his thumb making a little circle around one of her hard nipples, and then sliding over, repeating the motion with the other one. He was a bit rough in handling her quivering breasts, but it was nothing compared to how he was repeatedly impaling her below. And yet, she seemed to be enjoying it, for her moans only grew louder. He enjoyed it as well, no matter how hard he pushed into her, she stayed incredibly tight, and this drove him wild. He tried to push deeper and deeper into her, lunging forward, each time plowing a little deeper into her. No longer did he even really pull out of her, but he went in deep and then started giving her short, quick thrusts, over and over, making her body shake violently as he tore her open, his hips now moving only a little, but moving that distance so quickly they were but a blur. She gasped and squealed, flailing about in response to the jackhammer violating her womanhood. There was a slight bit of pain from the intense ramming that Jim was giving her, but that was dwarfed by the pleasure and heat rising from Amanda's moist love nest, each hard collision of bodies sending exquisite pleasure up her spine. There was also a deep, sick pleasure in knowing she was but an object now, Jim was pounding her without any regard for her, her body was being thrashed about with any regard for what she felt. She knew that she was but a toy, that her only place was to lie back and take it. And yet, in a way, that made him the toy, for all she had to do is lie back and let him pleasure her. He was doing all the work after all, her only role was to lie back and enjoy the ride. Amanda enjoyed the ride, she enjoyed it immensely, and she soon felt she would enjoy it even more, for she knew an explosion of sweet ecstasy was almost upon her. She also knew that nothing would keep her from it, for Jim's enthusiastic ramming of her moist, pink hole brought her closer and closer with every hard collision. Soon, Amanda was thrown over the edge, screaming with sheer delight, exploding into a mind-blowing orgasm. Amanda arched her back and screamed, the hot waves of pleasure throwing her body about in frantic thrashings even greater than even Jim's eager thrusts. The spasms of her womanhood were enough to push him over the edge as well, and with a loud moan, he exploded deep inside of her, a veritable gusher blasting out of him as he plowed into her one final time, hot waves of pleasure now rushing through his body as well. After that, Amanda just lay on her back for a while, gasping for breath, enjoying the warm, moist feeling of Jim's explosion slowly oozing out of her. He leaned in and kissed her softly, which she reciprocated, with a soft caress to his cheek. She was certain, right then, she would definitely have to start things off more often.