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                               Warning!

The following story contains explicit sexual content. Do not read this
story if you are under 18 years of age or if you find such stories
offensive. All persons and events described here are fictional. Any
similarity they have to real persons or events is coincidental.

If you have any comments, suggestions, or words of encouragement, I
invite you to send them to me at wolfdog@nym.alias.net. I am always
looking for ways to improve my writing and I welcome feedback.

Wolfdog
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Title   : My Lady
Author  : Wolfdog <wolfdog@nym.alias.net>
Released: February 14, 2000
Topics  : MF, romantic, light D/s, oral, multiple orgasms, female ejaculation.


It's Thursday. That means I need something that will simmer well. I
stroll through the ailes of the supermarket and go over several
candidate recipies in my mind. It has to be special -- something I don't
cook very often -- yet it has to also be simple and not too fussy. I
won't have time to tend to it once she gets home.

Eventually I decide on a vegtable soup for an appetizer and a simple
Italian dish for the main course. Both the soup and the sauce should be
able to sit on the stove very nicely, and a pasta meal won't sit in her
stomach heavily. I get some greens for a salad, a loaf of bread, and
finally a bottle of wine before heading home.

When I step into the door of our modest house, I quickly glance at the
clock. I only have two hours before she gets out of work; I'll have to
hurry to get everything ready. I put away the groceries and do some
quick cleaning up. I pick up the newspapers on the living room floor and
tidy up the bookshelves. I dust the furniture and vacuum the rug.

In the bathroom I clean the sink, the mirror, the bathtub, and the
toliet. I put her tube of toothpaste near her toothbrush and make sure
there is plenty of toliet paper on the roll. Then I check to see that
the hair dryer is in its usual drawer. I change the towels and
washclothes, and put out her favorite bath toy: a coral back stratcher
that we got on our honeymoon to Hawaii five years ago. I go through the
medicine cabinet and select several of her favorite bath oils and leave
them on the counter top. Finally I open the window a crack to let in
some fresh, Fall air.

In the bedroom, I change the sheets on our bed to the flannel sheets
that she loves best, and I put on fresh pillow cases. Then I dust and
vacum the room to give it that nice, clean appearance. I set out some
incense and some candles near the bed and make sure there is a lighter
handy. Then I check in the cloth bag where we keep our bedroom toys to
make sure that they are all clean and fresh and in easy reach of the
bed. Finally I set out our massage blanket and put our massage oils into
a bowl of warm water to heat them up.

I go into her closet and look over her clothes. I pick out her long,
light yellow dress. I know she finds it comfortable, and it goes very
well with her black hair and brown eyes. Autumn is a good season for
yellow and brown and the colors will go well with the meal besides. To
go with her dress I choose her low heeled brown shoes --- the ones
without the pointed toes --- and simple white socks. Stockings seem
unnecessary because the dress reaches almost to the floor and I know
that she doesn't find them comfortable.

I then pick out her lacey white bra that she says makes her feel very
feminine. It goes well with the yellow dress because it's cut to be
unobtrusive even when worn with a low neckline. I get a pair of fresh
white cotton panties from her underwear drawer and add them to the
outfit. I put all of her clothes on a hanger and set them out on the
closet door with her shoes on the floor under them.

Finally I go through her jewlery case and pick out a silver necklace
that's long enough to lie tantalizingly near her breasts, but short
enough not to seem lewd. To go with her dress and her eyes, I choose ear
rings that have a simple amber colored stone on a short pin. I think
about selecting a bracelet as well, but decide that it's best not to
overdo it. I know she doesn't like feeling gawdy. However, I do pick out
her pewter hair clip with the moons engraved on it. She really needs
something to keep her full mane of hair out of her eyes when she eats,
and I know she likes this clip especially. When it's nestled in her
black hair, it reminds me of the moon in the dark night sky.

I put her jewlery on the top of her dresser and then search through her
closet again to find her terrycloth bathrobe. I put it on a hanger and
bring it into the bathroom to hang on the back of the door.

Finally I prepare myself. I take a warm, lightly scented bath to wash
away the sweat and grim of my day. I trim my beard and brush my teeth.
Then I get dressed in clean brown pants and a long sleeved tan shirt. I
put the short chain around my neck that has a small sun emblem on it. I
know she likes it when I am the sun to her moon.

When all is ready I take another look at the clock. There's only about
thirty minutes until she gets out of work, but I know she won't be home
for at least an hour yet. With that thought, I get to work in the
kitchen.

I make the red sauce for the pasta first: no meat to weigh us down,
light on garlic, heavy on basil. I include mushrooms, green onions, and
a few green peppers. After adding some other spices I shortly have the
sauce simmering nicely on the stove. Next I cut up some vegtables:
carrots, peppers, potatoes, onions, and celery. It's very much an autumn
combination. I build a broth with subtle spices and soon have the soup
cooking as well.

I wrap the bread in foil to get it ready to be heated and then cut up
the salad greens. When ready, I put the salads in the refridgerator
wrapped in plastic to keep them fresh. Then I set the table. I put out
our white table cloth with the red trim and set out our gold placemats.
Using the good silver and china that we got as a wedding present from
her parents, I set out two places complete with knives, forks, and soup
spoons. Then I set out wine glasses, and the breadboard. On either side
of the table, I put tall tapered candles.

The late afternoon sun is already well behind the trees when I hear her
car pull up. I watch her from the window as she gets out and walks
slowly up the pathway to our door. She looks tired. Her head is slightly
bent and she lacks the lively bounce she often has when she walks.

When she reaches the door, I open it for her and let her in. "Welcome
home, my Lady," I say graciously.

"Oh!" she says with a deep sigh. "It is good to be home. Thank you." She
puts her briefcase on the floor against the wall and then I help her out
of her light coat.

"Did you have a difficult day?" I ask as I hang her coat in the closet.

"Hectic, yes," she says. "Difficult at times. Mostly just busy though."

"You are home now, my Lady, so you can relax and forget about the
office. Don't forget: tonight is Thursday night."

She smiles broadly and her eyes sparkle. "I know," she says, "I've been
looking forward to that all day."

"How may I serve you, my Lady?" I ask.

"Just hold me," she says, hugging me. "Right now I just want you to hold
me."

I cradle her in my arms and stroke her hair. She snuggles against my
chest. After a while her breathing deepens and slows. I feel the tension
in her body gradually drain away. In a few minutes she stirrs. "Mmmmm,"
she says, "what's cooking?"

"Let me show you," I say. Taking her hand I lead her into the kitchen.
"You see?" I say as I raise the cover off the sauce.

She leans over the pan and inhales deeply. "Mmmmmm," she says
sensuously, eyes closed. "Lot's of basil, eh?"

"Just the way you like it." I say. "And in this pot we have..."

"Soup!" she says. "Homemade?"

"Yes."

"May I have a taste?"

"Of course, my Lady, whatever you would like." I get a ladle and, after
stirring the soup some, scoop up a small amount of broth for her to try.
I hand the ladle to her. She blows on it to cool it a bit and then
carefully sips off the soup. After a moment she nods.

"I hope it is satisfactory," I say.

"It's excellent." she says. "I can't wait for dinner. But first I think
I would like to take a bath. I want to clean up and relax before sitting
down to such a fine meal."

"I understand," I say. "I will draw your bath for you, my Lady. Would
you like something to drink while you wait?"

"I think I will just have a glass of water," she says.

I pour her some cold water from the refridgerator and then help her to
get settled in a comfortable chair. "Will you take off my shoes,
please." she says as she sits down.

"Of course," I say. I slip off her work shoes and gently rub her feet.
She sighs with pleasure. "Would you like me to remove your stockings as
well?" I ask after a few moments.

"Don't bother. I'll be in the tub soon enough. It just feels really
great to have my tired feet out of those uncomfortable shoes."

"I will run your bath now," I say. "Which oil would you like included?
We have jasmine, lemon, and vanilla."

"Oh, jasmine, definitely," she says, "Thank you."

I bow slightly before leaving her. In the bathroom I fuss with the water
for a while to get the temperature just right. I know she likes it warm,
but I don't want it too hot, of course. I add a capful of jasmine oil to
the water before going into the kitchen to turn the food down to simmer.

After a few minutes I shut the water off and go back into the living
room. She's laying back in the chair with her eyes closed wiggling her
toes against the rug.

"Excuse me, my Lady, but your bath is ready." I say.

She opens her eyes and smiles. "Thank you," she says kindly. She extends
her hand and adds, "Take me there."

Helping her up, I lead her to the bathroom and show her the tub full of
warm, scented water.

"Undress me, please." she says.

"Yes, my Lady," I reply. I step behind her and gently take out her hair
clip letting her hair hang freely about her shoulders. Then, stepping in
front of her again, I begin to unbutton her blouse. She watches me
intently.

"I hope you are feeling better now that you are home," I say.

"Yes much better, thank you." she replies.

I help her slid the blouse off her arms and then I start to unbutton her
skirt.

"I hope that tomorrow is a better day for you," I say. "Less hectic."

"I hope so too," she says. "I think it will be. The office is always in
a better mood on Friday."

I lower her skirt to the floor and she steps out of it.

I touch her leg. "Your stockings, my Lady?" She nods and lifts first one
foot and then the other as I slid her stockings off her legs.

Standing up, I reach around behind her to unclasp her bra. Then I gently
lift if up and away from her breasts and down her arms. Finally I hook
my thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and pull them down
her legs to the floor.

She is beautiful. She is several inches shorter than me, but she has a
supple, muscular body that makes her seem strong and powerful. Her
features are well defined with a sharp nose and a slightly pointed chin.
Her eyes are dark, almost black, and angled slightly so that she
sometimes looks like a cat. Her lips are fine, but sensuous and very
kissable.

Her most striking feature, however, is her hair. It's a thick mane of
blackness that flows down her neck and over her shoulders. It curls
against the tops of her breasts and flows down her back in a wavy
cascade. Her eyebrows are made from the same deep black hair and seem
unusually bold.

Her breasts are relatively small, but she has very long and sensitive
nipples that stand out dramatically when she's excited. Her torso is
smooth and beautiful. My eye follows the graceful, feminine curve of her
pelvis and then is drawn to the thick mat of black hair between her
legs. Her pubic hair is as full and copious as the hair on her head; a
forest of tangled curls sprouting out of the smooth expanse of her
belly. It rises well above the level of her skin and fills the
triangular space between her legs to overflowing, giving her a wild,
earthy appearance.

"You are looking at me," she says softly. I am startled back to reality.

"I'm sorry, my Lady," I say. I avert my eyes at once.

"It's ok," she says touching my arm. "Actually I like it," she whispers
and smiles. "Now help me into the tub," she says in a louder voice. I
hold out a hand to steady her as she climbs into the water. She settles
back in the tub and sighs loudly as the warm water rushes over her body.

"Oh yeah, that feels good," she purrs. She closes her eyes to luxuriate
in the sensation.

"Shall I let you alone now?" I ask.

"No, no," she says. "I would like you to bathe me," she says.

"Of course, my Lady, I would be happy to," I reply.

I roll up my sleeves and kneel down on the floor next to the bathtub.
Taking down the washcloth and the soap, I lather up the cloth and then
gently work it over her body. I start with her hands and arms and work
my way up to her shoulders. Then I gently wash her face and carefully
rinse off the soap so that none gets in her eyes mouth or nose.

"Lean forward, my Lady, and I will wash your back."

After soaping and rinsing her back, I wet the coral and run it gently
over her skin stimulating it with the soft scraping.

"Oh yeah..." she moans softly. "That tingles good."

After a few unhurried minutes, I gently lay her back again and, using my
hands, I wash under her arms, her sides, and her breasts. I pay special
attention to her nipples, and they grow long and hard as I stimulate
them. Her breathing is heavy.

She picks up the coral and hands it to me. "Use this on my breasts," she
says.

"Yes, my Lady."

Slowly and gently I slid the coral from one of her armpits up along the
side of her breast in a long, sweeping spiral, At the end of my stroke,
I drag the coral upwards against her sensitive nipple pulling and
tugging at it all the while.

"Oh Goddess...," she gasps as she arches her back upwards to meet the
stroke. "Oh my Goddess does that feel nice!"

I repeat the stroke again and then again, at first on one breast and
then the other. With each stroke I elicit the same gasping moans of
sensuous delight from her.

I smile and put aside the coral. I continue washing her starting now
with her feet and working up her legs. She is flushed with excitment as
she watches me, lifting first one foot out of the water and then the
other so that I can lather them up.

"Be sure to wash my genitals," she says finally.

"Of course, my Lady."

She spreads her legs slightly and I lather her pubic hair generously.

"Mmmmm," she purrs as she opens her legs widely to accept my touch. She
leans her knees against the sides of the tub and presses her heels
together, anxiously thrusting her pussy upwards as I rub soap all over
her labia.

"Now we need to rinse," she says huskily.

"As you wish, my Lady," I reply.

I turn on the tap adjusting the flow to a steady, unrushed stream of
warm water. She looks on with approval. This is one of her favorite
games.

"Help me get into position," she says.

"Of course, my Lady." As she slids her body down, she draws her knees up
to her chest. I help her wriggle down all the way so that the water
flows directly over her clit and pussy.

"Unnnn, Yeah!" she groans with satisfaction. "That's it!"

She sits up on her elbows and puts her feet against the wall of the tub
on either side of the faucet. Silently she watchs the water splashing
over her pussy for a few moments. Then she leans her head back and lets
out a long crooning moan. "Unnnnnnnnn..." she groans. "that feels good."
I adjust the water slightly to increase the flow just a bit.

She looks down at her crotch again, now completely clear of soap suds.
"I love this," she says. Gently she thrusts her pelvis upwards again and
again to meet the oncoming water. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh yeah..." she
chants. I support her head as she leans back against my hands. Her eyes
are closed but her pussy is wide open.

"Oh Gods!" she groans after a few moments. "That's it! I'm going to cum!
I'm going to... cum!"

Suddenly she explodes with a howl of ecstacy, filling our small bathroom
with the wonderful sound of her female pleasure. I hold her gently as
she grunts softly with delight. I feel her body shuddering against my
hands. She came quickly but that is not unusual for her, especially when
we run the water over her pussy this in way. This is how she first
masturbated as a girl, and it still gets her off very effectively.

Eventually her climax passes, but she doesn't move. The water splashes
steadily against her, and her eyes remain closed. Suddenly she smiles.
"Oh yeah," she gasps. "It's going to make me cum again." She opens her
eyes to watch the water flowing over her open pussy. I support her head.
"That's it," she whispers, "That's it. Make me cum. Make me cum some
more." Her eyes roll back in mounting ecstacy, and soon she's again
howling in delight.

"UnnnnAARRGGHH!!"

It's another beautiful climax and she groans and grunts in helpless
pleasure for many long seconds. I play with her nipples while she cums,
helping her to draw it out. As her orgasm starts to fade I whisper to
her: "I love you, My Lady."

When it is finally over, she relaxes and pushes herself away from the
water. She sits up and streaches out her legs. I turn off the faucet.

"That was delicious!" she exclaims. "Thank you so much for helping me
with that!" I let the water out of the tub and help her climb out of it.

"Please dry me," she says.

"Of course, my Lady." Using her towel, I throughly dry off her body.
Starting with her face and neck, I work down her arms to her hands, and
then dry her back. I then dry her front being sure to gently rub her
breasts and nipples, now erect with the cold. I switch to her lower
torso and buttocks and then dry down her legs. Finally, I carefully pat
her genitals dry. When I was finished, she smiles at me. "Thank you,"
she says.

"Here is something to warm you up," I say as I take down her terricloth
bathrobe from the hanger. I help her into it.

"Thank you again," she says.

"You are most welcome, my Lady."

"I love you," she says and she kisses me.

I take the hair dryer out of the drawer and then help her to dry her
thick black mane. When it is dry, I brush out the tangles for her.

"Will you help me get dressed for dinner?" she asks.

"Of course."

I walk her to the bedroom and show her the clothes I picked out for her.

"Excellent!" she exclaims. "I especially like the moon hair clip. Good
choice."

She slids out of her robe and then steps into the panties that I hold
for her.

"I do not wish to wear a bra tonight," she says. "It's more comfortable
without."

"Very well, my Lady," I reply.

Then I help her slid into her yellow dress. I zip it up for her in the
back and brush her hair afterwards to neaten it.

"Sit and I will put your shoes on," I say.

She sits in our bedroom chair while I slid on her white socks and brown
shoes. I tie them for her. Then she gets up and I help her put in her
hair clip. I hold her hair for her in the proper position so that she
can easily clip it into place. Finally she puts on her ear rings and I
hook her necklace in place around her neck.

"You look lovely," I say.

"Thank you," she says.

"Please allow me to finish dinner," I say.

"Oh by all means," she replies. "I'm hungry!"

I do the last minute preparations in the kitchen while she sits in the
living room reading. I cook the pasta, warm the bread, and heat the soup
and sauce up to the proper serving temperature. I take the salads out of
the refridgerator and put them on the table. When all is ready, I bring
out two bowls of soup and the bread.

"Dinner is served," I say to her.

"Very good!" she puts down her book and smiles brightly. I go over to
the table to help her sit down, but she pauses a moment to put on a CD.
"Just some dinner music," she explains. "A little Vivaldi."

"Of course," I reply, "I should have thought of it."

"Don't fret," she says kissing me on the cheek. "I think you are
wonderful."

I help her into her chair, light the candles, and sit opposite to her.
"Will you say grace?" she asks.

"May the Lord and the Lady watch over us as they do all the creatures of
the Earth. May we not forget that what we eat is from the body of the
Earth and will return to the Earth. So mote it be."

"So mote it be." she says softly.

We eat in silence for a short time but soon she looks up and compliments
me on the soup.

"Thank you," I say. "Would you like some bread?"

We talk more about our days. We talk about our plans for our upcoming
weekend vacation. We talk about our friend's new baby.

"I would like to have a baby soon," she says, "but perhaps that is a
conversation to save for another night."

"Let's talk about that this weekend," I say.

When the soup is finished, I bring out the main course. We eat our
salads and have our pasta with red sauce and warm bread. We sip
expensive wine while dressed in nice clothes in our own dinning room.

"Thank you for cooking such a nice meal," she says as I start to clear
the table.

"You are welcome, my Lady," I reply.

She goes back to reading her book while sitting on the couch while I
clean up the dishes. "Join me when you are finished," she says.

Afterwards I come out and, standing before her, ask, "Is there anything
else you would like now?"

"Yes," she says. "Sit down next to me and keep me company."

I sit next to her and she looks deeply into my eyes. "I would like you
to kiss me now," she says. "Kiss me sensuously on my lips."

I smile. "With pleasure, my Lady," I say. Gently I put my arm around her
and draw her close to me. Stroking her face with my finger tips I kiss
her warmly on the lips. Our mouths are slightly open. I let my tongue
play gently against her lip, tracing it's outline.

"Do that again," she says when our lips part.

At her request, I kiss her again and again and again while she purrs
with pleasure. Our mouths are open and our tongues are caressing each
other as our kisses raise our passions.

"Mmmm, yeah," she says. "Now lick my neck and my earlobes."

"Can I remove your ear rings, my Lady?" I ask.

She deftly takes off her ear rings and I begin to nuzzle her neck and
lick her delightful ears. She is breathing heavily.

"That's nice," she sighs. "I could kiss for hours."

"Whatever you'd like, my Lady," I say.

She laughs and then, wrapping her arms around me, she lays back on the
couch and pulls me down on top of her. We make out with unhurried
passion. She wraps her legs around mine. Our bodies press against one
another.

"Suck on my fingers," she says as she feeds me first one finger and then
the other on each of her hands. She wets her lips erotically as she
watches me slowly lick each of her fingers. "That's beautiful," she
says.

She smiles slyly and then says, "Now I want you to suck on my toes."

"As you wish, my Lady."

I climb down so that I'm kneeling on the floor before her. She sits up
again as I ease off her shoes and socks and gently caress her feet.
After a few moments, I lean down and start licking and sucking her toes
one by one.

"Yeah," she sighs. "That feels good. So sensual. So erotic."

After I finish all her toes, I start to kiss and lick her feet. "That's
it," she says encouragingly, "kiss my calves, mmmmm, stroke behind my
knees."

I raise up her dress slightly and start to kiss her legs. I can hear her
breathing heavily now, and I can smell her womanly odor clearly. "That's
it," she encourages, "That's it." I ease my fingers up higher onto her
thighs. "That's it."

She spreads her legs widely, putting her feet up on the edge of the
couch and pulls her dress up over her knees, lewdly exposing her
underwear to me. She catches my eye. "You know what I want," she says.

I nod back, holding her gaze. "I do, my Lady."

Slowly I nuzzle and lick my way up the inside of first one leg and then
the other. I work gradually higher and higher until finally my face is
inches away from her panty covered crotch. She has pulled her dress up
to her waist so that she can see me clearly poised just before the final
kiss.

"Do it!" she pants with anticipation.

With a smooth motion I press my face against her crotch and begin to
lustfully lick her underwear. Her strong, musty woman smell fills my
nostrils and I inhale deeply to savor it.

"Mmmm, yeah," she says softly as she bucks her hips up slightly to meet
my licks. "You like it, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, my Lady," I say pausing briefly. "I do."

I slid a finger under the elastic of her panties and into the opening of
her wet vagina. With my mouth I rub the area of her clitoris while with
my finger I massage the muscles surrounding her vaginal opening.

"Take them off," she gasps. "I want to feel your tongue on my clit."

With a quick motion, I slid her panties down her legs and threw them to
the side. In a moment I'm back between her legs, now face to face with
her beautiful pussy. She pulls her knees back to open herself to me
fully. Her outer lips part to reveal her inner lips glistening with
wetness. Between her inner lips I see the opening of her vagina. Her
inner lips spread like the petals of a rare orchid in bloom. And where
they join at the top, amid a thick forest of black pubic hair, there
sits the jewel of her clitoris. Now very erect, her clit peeks out
slightly from under its hood, anxiously awaiting further pleasures.

"You are beautiful, my Lady," I say.

"Lick my clit," is her only reply.

I burrow my face between her legs and let my tongue slid over her
swollen organ. At the same time, I sink a finger deeply into her vagina.
She lets out a gratified moan and pushes her pussy against me in
response.

Immediately I begin to lick her clit with steady strokes while at the
same time I massage her G-spot firmly with my finger. She groans again
and starts rocking her hips in erotic counterpoint to my stroking. She's
breathing in gasps and clutching at the couch pillows.

"Oh yes, yes, yes," she whispers. "I love what you're doing." She looks
down at me and takes my head in her hands.

"I want you to make me cum. I want you to keep doing that until I cum."

I keep up a steady pace. Soon I am able to slid a second finger into her
cunt and then a third. "Yeah," she grimaces with pleasure. "That's it.
Open me. Lick my clit. Rub my spot. Oh, Goddess, this feels good!"

She wraps her legs around my back to hold me against her. I run my free
hand up under her dress to stroke her body and to touch her naked
breasts. Her nipples are hard.

"Finger fuck me!" she commands suddenly, "Finger fuck me! Hard!" I begin
to thrust my fingers in and out of her cunt with vigorous abandon. Her
smell saturates the air, and her pussy makes delicious liquid sounds as
I fuck it. I can feel her wetness dribbling down the back of my hand.
She pants and grunts in excitment.

"Now suck my clit! Suck it!" she commands. "Suck it now!!"

Immediately I draw her clit between my lips and begin to suck on it
gently yet firmly. I hold on to one of her breasts with one hand while
finger fucking her with the other.

"Oh, Goddess, yes!" she cries out. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to
cum... hard!" There is a pause of one or two seconds filled only with
the sound of my finger sliding in and out of her wet pussy and my lips
sucking on her clit. Then suddenly she howls in ecstacy as her body
convulses with pleasure. Her pussy clutches at my fingers helplessly as
she quivers and shudders through a short but powerful climax.

"Oh Yeah!" she gasps as she comes down from her orgasm. "Don't stop!
Keep sucking me! Keep fucking me! I want to cum again!! I'm going to...
cum... AGAIN!... UNNNGGGHHH!!!"

A gutteral, groaning scream explodes from her lips, and a rush of fluid
gushes from her cunt, drenching my beard as I suck on her. Her second
orgasm is more intense than the first, and I feel her cunt gripping and
squeezing against my fingers with delight as her pussy drips wetness
onto the rug.

"Oh my Gods above," she says when she finally can't take any more. "That
was intense!"

"Yes," I say, "It was wonderful."

I straighten out her dress while she rests for a bit, but I don't bother
putting her underwear back on.

"Now I would like a massage," she says.

I help her up and then lead her into the bedroom. She watches me
patiently as I light some candles and some incense. Then I lay out our
massage blanket on the bed and get the oil into position.

"It looks wonderful," she says happily.

"Let me help you get undressed," I say.

Reverently I remove her clothing. I start with her jewlery. When I
remove her hair clip, I take a moment to brush out her hair. Then I
unhook her dress and let it fall in a puddle about her ankles, leaving
her naked. The smell of her, still strong from her recent orgasms, wafts
about me. I inhale deeply and kiss the back of her neck.

"Your perfume is intoxicating, my Lady." She murmers softly. I turn her
slightly and kiss her on the lips wetly. She returns my kiss with a
subtle passion.

"Don't get me started again yet," she says when our lips part. "I want
the massage first."

"Of course, my Lady," I say with a smile.

I help her onto the bed and she lays down on her stomach. I pour a bit
of oil into my hands and begin giving her a full body massage. I start
at her neck and shoulders and then work down her arms to her hands. I
work over her back and buttocks and then down her legs to her feet. My
strokes are deep and firm. Every few minutes I pause for some more oil.
I can feel her relax under my touch. Her eyes are closed. Her breathing
is even.

"Will you turn over please?" I ask.

She rolls over and I begin to work up her legs. I do her belly, her
sides, her breasts. Then, finally, I massage her face. She is glowing; a
picture of relaxation and happiness. Finally after spending the better
part of an hour massaging her, I am finished.

"That's it, my Lady," I say. It is only the second time either of us has
spoken since the massage started.

She doesn't respond right away. "That was wonderful," she says after a
moment. "Thank you so much."

She opens her eyes. "Take off your clothes and lay down next to me for a
while," she says.

I undress slowly as she watches me. Then I join her on the bed. We kiss
lovingly, and then again. She snuggles against me as I hold her in my
arms. She pushes her body against mine and we embrace. Our legs
intertwine as our arms go around each other. She moves gently against
me.

"Mmmm," she whispers, "this feels good."

We kiss, mouths open, tongue touching tongue. We kiss again, and then
again. My cock, now erect, presses against her belly. She thrusts
against it. I slid my leg between her legs so that she can rub her pussy
on it. The sensation of her pubic hair on my thigh is erotic.

"I love you, my Lady," I say. We pause briefly to look into each other's
eyes. She is so beautiful.

"I love you, too," she replies. She snuggles against me again and begins
humping my leg more earnestly. Her breathing is quickening.

I touch her neck, her face, her sides. I slid my hands across her
breasts, cupping them and kneeding them erotically. "Ohhh, yeah!" she
moans lustily. "I love the way you turn me on!"

I roll her onto her back and begin to firmly, but gently suck on her
nipples. She moans and groans in delight. My hands roam over her breasts
and her body, exploring her hips, her thighs, her legs. She lifts her
knees and I grab a hold of her ankles.

Her breath comes in gasps as I gently probe between her legs. I run a
finger first on one side of her pussy and then the other, avoiding her
slit. I comb her pubic hair with my fingers, grabbing hold of the thick
triangle in my fist and gently pulling it upwards. She splays her legs
widely and shivers in arousal.

I return to her breasts, flicking her nipples with my fingers. Back and
forth, back and forth, back and forth. She moans and writhes on the bed,
gasping and panting with excitement. The smell of her is strong again.

Finally my hand returns to the thatch of hair between her legs. I let a
finger slid gently, slowly between her labia. She is slick with hot
liquid; dripping wet. I lubricate my finger on her wetness and being to
stroke her swollen clit.

"That is so fucking good," she pants.

Gradually I stroke her faster and more vigorously. She lifts her hips
upwards, pushing against my finger. She groans.

"Yeah, that feels good," she gasps. "Don't stop. Don't stop now!"

"As you wish, my Lady." I stroke her rapidly, my finger sliding up and
down her wet slit with gathering energy.

"That's it!" she groans as she slips her hands under her buttocks. "Keep
doing that." She lifts herself slightly off the bed, pressing her pussy
anxiously against my hand. She spreads her legs, getting ready for the
release.

"Make me cum!" she moans. "Make me CUM!!... UNNNGGGHHH!!!"

She convulses with pleasure on the bed beside me, shuddering and moaning
with delight. Afterwards she kisses me. I kiss her. We embrace again,
kissing and licking each other's faces. She smells so good -- especially
just after an orgasm. She rolls on top of me and straddles me, sitting
on me. "Now I've got you," she says softly giggling. Touching, kissing,
licking, she explores my body. My face, my shoulders, my chest, my arms,
my hands. She sucks on my fingers. I stroke her. Her breasts sway with
her movement.

I feel the heat of her pussy against my skin as she moves above me. I
rock my hips, thrusting against her, trying to entice her.

"I know what you want," she says with a sly smile.

I smile back.

"Not yet," she says. "That's for later."

"As you wish my Lady," I reply.

She raises herself and moves up my body, still straddling me, until her
pussy is only inches from my face. I look up at her, my eyes drawn to
her wet, open slit. I can see her swollen clitoris plainly poking out
from among her folds. Above her thick mat of public hair, her muscular
belly extends up to her beautiful breasts, hanging freely over me. She
looks down at me, smiling, and then lowers herself onto me, pressing her
cunt against my face.

"Eat me," she says. "Eat me and make me cum again."

My tongue finds her clit as her wet opening presses against my face. The
smell of her! The taste of her! The feel of her thighs against my
cheeks! I lick her steadily as she rocks her hips back and forth,
rubbing herself against me.

"Yeah," she gasps, "make me cum again..."

My hands grip her buttocks, kneading them. The tempo of her thrusting
increases. I hold out my tongue and let her rub her clit wantonly
against it.

"Make me cum... make me cum..." she chants. "Make me cum all over your
face."

Her eyes are closed as she concentrates on her rising pleasure. Her
breasts sway back and forth with her motion. I slid my hands up her
sides and over her delightful tits. My fingers pinch and tug on her hard
nipples.

"Oh Goddess! Yes! Yes!" she cries out. "Here I cum! Here I CUM!!"

With a powerful thrust, she pushes her genitals into my face and screams
in blinding ecstacy. Hot, female liquid gushes out of her, pouring over
my beard, my chin, my cheek, and down my neck. I lick her steadily,
drinking from her chalice of pleasure as she grunts helplessly through
another beautiful orgasm.

As it ended, she breaks out in wild laughter. Rolling away from me, she
lays on her back giggling and laughing. I sit up and rub her wetness
into my skin. I smile.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"I don't know," she replies. "I guess I just felt like laughing."

I grab a towel and dry off a little.

"Goodness!" she exclaims, "I did that?"

"I love it," I say.

"Wait," she says. "Don't dry off. Let me."

She sits up too and embraces me. She snuggles me and rubs my face with
hers. Kissing and licking me she tastes herself on me. I kiss her back
gently, but mostly just let her have her way with me.

"That's nice," she says. "It's too bad I can't go down on myself."

Now I laugh, "That would be rather interesting to watch. Would you like
me to go down on you some more?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Not right now. I want to fuck you."

"As you wish my Lady," I say with a smile.

In moments we are kissing and touching each other with a powerful
urgency. Her breasts press against my chest. Her hips grind against
mine.

"Yes, yes, yes," I encourage her. She groans in building excitement.

I push my penis, now totally erect, against her belly. "Oh yeah, fuck,
yeah," she pants. She rolls onto her back and pulls me on top of her,
and then she spreads her legs widely, knees raised.

"I want you to fuck me," she says thrusting her hips upwards
demandingly. "I want to feel you inside me."

"As you wish, my Lady."

I enter her and we both sigh with erotic pleasure. She is warm, wet, and
welcoming. She wraps her legs around my buttocks as I begin thrusting
into her with smooth, even strokes.

"You feel so good," I whisper into her ear, but she seems lost in
pleasurable sensation and does not reply. After a moment she reaches
down between our bodies and touches our genitals where they are joined
together.  I feel her fingers on my cock just where it enters her
pussy.

"Feel us," she says softly. "Feel us connecting together."

I pause to touch as well. Our fingers dance over our genitals, fondling
them and each other. I resume thrusting into her with deep, steady
strokes. We both explore the wet slickness on my cock when I withdraw
and the way her pussy moves when I penetrate. We both feel the way my
balls bounce up against her body and the way her labia tug and pull on
her clitoris.

"It is beautiful," I say with a smile.

I plant both my hands on the bed for support. I ride up on her some and
she lifts her legs higher now with her knees at my sides. I penetrate
her deeply, but with smooth, comfortable strokes.

"Unnnn, yeah, fuck me," she groans.

I rear up and, grabbing her ankles, lift her legs up and apart, opening
her to me. I pump into her vigorously now, fucking her with wild
abandon.

She groans again, more loudly than before. "Yes, yes! I love this," she
moans, writhing slightly on the bed. Her breasts shake with each stroke,
and the sound of her wet pussy fills the air.

After a few moments, I let go of her legs and lean back over her. She
Pressing her feet against the bed, she eagerly thusts her pussy upwards,
meeting my strokes with passion.

"Oh Goddess, yes!" she hisses. Her eyes are open watching me. "I love
fucking! I love fucking you!"

"Yeah," I grunt as I place my hands firmly on her shoulders. "I... love
fucking... you too!"

We fuck like that for several minutes, our groans and cries punctuating
the sanactity of our bedroom. Our primal act purifies and charges the
altar of our bed.

Finally she touches my chest and I pause.

"I want to cum while doing this," she says, "but you're going to have to
make me cum again with your hands first."

I nod. "With pleasure, my Lady."

I roll off of her and embrace her. I kiss her passionately, but she
directs my hand to her crotch.

"Just do it," she says breathlessly.

I laugh. "Not in the mood to mess around, eh?"

"No."

I slid my finger between her moist labia and immediately begin stroking
her clit. I use rapid, flicking strokes that are also very gentle --
just the way she likes it. She responds at once.

"Yes! Goddess, Yes!" she groans, bucking her pussy upwards, straining
for more stimulation.

"Feels good?" I ask.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Do you want to cum?"

"Oh, Goddess, yes! Please make me cum!"

Her body is tense, legs outstreached, toes pointed, hands gripping the
sheets. My finger vibrates between her legs now almost as a blur. Her
pussy is open, wet, dripping with excitement.

"That's it!" she exclaims abruptly. "Cumming now. Oh, Goddess! I'm
cumming! I'm CUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!..."

I stroke her steadily through her orgasm, watching her pussy pulsing
with her pleasure.

"How was that?" I ask when she finishes.

"Mmmm," she replies. "Perfect."

Agressively she rolls me onto my back and climbs on top of me. "Now,"
she says with a smile, "where were we?" She straddles me and positions
herself just above my hard cock. She reaches down to hold my cock in the
right position. For a moment she pauses, with her sleek, supple body
poised in erotic preperation. Then, in one smooth motion, she impales
herself on me, engulfing me to the hilt in a single, powerful stroke.

I thrust upwards to meet her and she grunts in feminine satisfaction.
"Oh, yes," she says softly. "I remember now." She pauses with our
genitals joined together, our pubic hair mingling. Then, with slow,
powerful strokes she begins.

I hardly move, letting her control the pace and the penetration. She
knows what she wants. She knows what she's doing. Her hips rise and fall
above me as her vagina first exposes and then engulfs my cock. The air
feels cool on my genitals, yet when she thrusts over me, her body feels
warm and slick.

Up and down her hips move with an ancient rythym. With each downstroke,
she grinds her clit against my pubic bone, stimulating herself. "That's
it," I say softly, "fuck me. Fuck me good."

She leans over me, her breasts dangling. Her hips now move faster and
more insistently. I tug on her nipples to encourage her. "Fuck me," I
whisper in her ear.

She groans and puts her hands on my shoulders, pushing me to the bed.
Her hips move even faster now; up and down, up and down, up and down. My
cock, hard as hard dips over and over into her soft wetness. She pants
frantically now as her excitement reaches a fever pitch. I put my hands
on her buttocks just to feel her working, not to guide her or control
her.

"This is it!" she cries out. "Cumming now!" Her hips plunge down on me,
taking me all the way into her. She grinds her clit against me as a
screaming groan of raw ecstacy is torn from her. I feel her rippling
cunt squeezing me in helpless pleasure. I embrace her, pulling her close
to me, onto me.

The storm passes. Her gasps quiet. She lifts herself up slightly and
then... her hips begin again: up and down, up and down, up and down.
This time she rears up tall and proud above me. Her breasts shake with
each of her strokes. Her hair plays about her nipples. Between her legs,
a patch of hot, wet night slids over my cock.

"Yes! Yes!" she grunts moments later. "Cumming again!" She tilts back
her head and howls with a wild pleasure like a wolf howling at the moon.
She thrusts herself against me, her body shuddering and shivering with
delight.

She pauses, but again, it is just for a moment. She catchs her breath
and then: up and down, up and down, up and down. She stays upright and I
reach up to touch her. I touch her legs, her belly, her breasts. Her
nipples are so erect. I play with them.

Her hips are moving now; steadily, powerfully. She pushes my hands
against her breasts encouraging me to touch them and to hold them. "Oh,
yeah!" she groans, "Cumming again!!" She grabs my arms and then again
tilts her head back. She convulses and her cry of pleasure seems to get
squeezed out of somewhere deep in her belly. It's a gutteral, groaning
cry that fades into a series of soft grunts. I feel her squeezing me
again.

When it is over she looks down at me and smiles. "I'm really enjoying
this," she says.

"I am too," I reply.

She nods and smiles. Then she takes a deep breath. "One more," she
whispers, as her hips start again. "I've got one more in me, I think."

She stays close to me this time. Her nipples grazing my chest. Her
breath in my ear. Her eyes are closed as if she is listening to the
sound of pleasure rising in the distance -- or rising between her legs.

I caress her back and buttocks, letting my hands feel her motion. Her
muscles tense and relax. There is a thin sheen of sweat on her. I kiss
her neck and she nuzzles against my shoulder.

Up and down, up and down, up and down. I feel her urgency increasing.
"Mmmm," I murmer, "feels good."

Up and down, up and down, up and down. The room is silent except for the
sound of her wet cunt sliding over my cock. The tempo rises. I can tell
she's close.

"Oh my Goddess!" she pants.

"That's it," I say in encouragement. "you've got it."

She groans. Then exploding, she cries out, shouting her esctacy into my
breast. Liquid bursts from her pussy, drenching my cock and my balls. I
embrace her lovingly, holding her suddering body against mine. I feel
her cunt as it grabs and squeezes at my cock.

She rests in my arms, still impaled on my hard cock. She doesn't move.

"Felt good?" I ask.

She laughs. "Yeah," she says sitting up a little. "You could say that."
She rolls off of me and catches her breath next to me on the bed. I kiss
her.

"Look!" she says. "The moonlight is on our bed now!"

"So it is!"

"Oh, Lover, let's fuck again in the moonlight. That would be so erotic,
so sexy. Besides," she adds with a smile, "I still want you to cum
inside of me."

"I would like that," I say.

She smiles. "Here..." she says as she moves over to the moonlight
section of the bed. She gets on her hands and knees and, lowering her
face to the sheets, she presents her buttocks to me. "Do me the old
fashion way," she says.

I come up behind her, mounting her quickly. In moments, I am thrusting
into her with abandon, fucking her like an animal. I lean over her,
grabbing her hair and pulling on it gently, but firmly. She grunts with
each penetrating thrust.

"Your cunt feels so good," I say to her as I slid my hands down her
sides. "It's so warm and so wet."

"Do you like my cunt?" she asks breathlessly.

"I love your cunt!"

"Does it feel good around your cock?"

"Oh yes, it feels good!"

"Do you like fucking me?"

"I love fucking you!"

My passions are at a fever pitch and I hump her rapidly.

"Tell me louder!" she says.

"I LOVE FUCKING YOU!" I yell.

"Then cum in me!" she commands in a loud voice. "I want you to cum in
me!"

"Oh, Goddess, yes, my Lady!" I call out. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming in
you! UNNNGGGHHH!!!"

I grab her hips just as I thrust deeply and explode in her. Waves of
ecstacy pass over me, sweeping up from our genitals. I shudder in
pleasure as I plant my cum deeply in my wife's beautiful, female body.
There is no feeling in this world that is more satisfying.

Afterwards we lay back on our bed again, savoring the afterglow.

"Very nice," she says finally. "Thank you."

I smile. "You're welcome."

There is a long pause.

My wife smiles at me. "So what would you like for dinner next Thursday
night?" she asks.

END
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