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Empty Nesters

The awkward silence was deafening as she sat hugging the passenger door. We were together but alone, each with our thoughts, anxious and afraid to verbalize them. In the months leading up to this day, Rachel had been uncharacteristically moody and sullen. Until this moment, I assumed it was because the last common thread in our twenty-nine-year relationship would be out of the house at the end of this trip. Leaving us as empty nesters and changing the household and the dynamic of our relationship permanently. Admittedly, over the last few months, I had secretly thought about how our lives would be different. But at this moment, my consciousness was gripped by the fear that there was more to her silence than the sadness in her eyes when we left our youngest daughter, Trisha, at college. I was afraid to ask her what she was thinking as I wasn't sure I wanted the answer. So I just drove on. In the year before Trisha was to go off to college, the phrase empty nesters became an increasing part of the vernacular in our lives. Well-intentioned friends who preceded us on this journey would tell of their experiences in every conversation, some good, but many more sad. I began to cringe at the slightest mention of the moniker, and today, I found at least half of the phrase particularly descriptive. Empty. It was how I felt. But it was nowhere near sufficient to describe the entirety of my feelings, which included fear, confusion, and uncertainty, to name only the most gripping. For the past 24 years, we were a couple whose singular focus was raising our two beautiful daughters to be well-adjusted, productive adults. We had done that job exceedingly well, but perhaps it had come at the expense of our relationship. As the girls grew, being good parents gradually took precedence over us as a couple. Today, as we climbed into the car after saying goodbye, it felt as if that shift in focus might have created an irrecoverable void between us. After twenty-nine years of marriage and five years before kids, I feared our relationship might be over or at least altered forever. I still loved her and found myself clinging desperately to the hope that she meant it when she said I love you every day for the last 29 years. That a smoldering ember still existed in her for me that could be fanned into the flame of young love again. Irrationally, perhaps, I reasoned that if she still loved me, she would commit to rediscovering the intimacy we enjoyed before children. Times when closeness, passion, and lust filled our courtship and early marriage. Years when we could not keep our hands off each other and experimented with our sexuality in every way imaginable. Sex played a big part in it, but it was always more than just about great sex. It was a hundred other little things like leaving love notes for each other. Holding hands, talking endlessly on the phone when we were apart, and then arguing about who should hang up first. Overall, it was about how we were each the single most important person in the others' life and that we were inseparable in mind, body, and spirit. Unfortunately, at this moment, I felt none of that from her. I reflected on how, as the girls grew, our communication was progressively only about them and how they consumed every part of our lives. We were involved in everything they did: piano, soccer, dance, golf, and, of course, every school activity. Even the vacations we took were for the girls, and though they were always fun, there was never even a moment for just the two of us. I was sure to the outside observer that we were the perfect traditional family. Rachel was the mom whose daughters were the envy of every one of our friends, and I was the dad who worked tirelessly to provide for everyone. But now it was just us again. What did we still have in common? She had her friends and volunteer work, and I had my business. The thread that had joined our lives, our children, were now out of the house and forging their own lives. We were still their parents, but our family would be different from now on. The success of my business ensured our financial future, but what had we done to protect our future as a couple. I rationalized that I should be satisfied with my life as it was. After all, everyone thought I had it all. The most beautiful, sexy wife on the planet, Two successful, high-achieving daughters, monetary stability, and my health. I should accept this as the new normal, but I wanted more. I wanted our incredible, intimate life before kids. Over the last few years, we had a couple of date nights and sex occasionally, but it was generally a "quickie," and I always felt as if Rachel was engaging in it just to satisfy my physical needs. It was never the lustful, intense sex we had before children, but it was enough when supplemented by my masturbation. Despite the lack of real intimacy over the last few years, she was still the most beautiful woman in the room anywhere we went. Her 5'7" height carried her perfectly proportioned 135 pounds beautifully. Her brunette hair was highlighted with blonde streaks, and her breasts had grown with the birth of each child and were now a healthy C-cup. When she smiled, which was continual, her inner beauty shined brightly through her sparkling hazel eyes. She appeared to be a happy, contented woman. I was ripped from my thoughts when suddenly, Rachel screamed, "This is our exit." I jerked the wheel hard to the right without looking, barely missing a car behind us that was already on the ramp, their horn erupting and prompting the one-finger wave. "What were you thinking? You didn't even look; you almost hit that car, and you could have killed us," she said, screaming angrily. I just drove on without responding, my heart pounding from our near miss and my increasing concern for our future. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived home. As soon as we walked in, Rachel announced she was tired and was going to take a shower and go to bed. I needed to get the bags from the car, and with my mind shackled from the near accident and concern for our relationship, I bid her goodnight, saying I'd be along later. After retrieving the bags from the car, I dropped them just inside the kitchen door and stepped over them on my way to the liquor cabinet for a drink. I filled a small glass with my favorite scotch, pulled a chair from the kitchen counter, and plopped down with my drink and thoughts. The first drink went quickly and easily. So I had another. The alcohol was not helping me feel any better or gain clarity, but I held hope for its eventual contribution, so I had another and another. I felt myself spinning from slight drunkenness and slumping depression about the future of my life. Four drinks and two hours later, I stumbled to the rec. room fell face down onto the couch and went to sleep. I woke at five, momentarily confused about where I was before I cleared the cobwebs, gathered myself, and climbed the stairs to our bedroom, where Rachel slept peacefully. I was embarrassed by my current physical and emotional state. I grabbed my work clothes from the closet and dresser and exited the bedroom for the guest room and a shower. I showered, dressed, and slipped out to work. Like most Mondays, the day was a little chaotic and unproductive since my mind was elsewhere. I could not stop thinking about Rachel and us. At four, I decided I was being ridiculous and called the house. After the 4th ring, it went to voice mail. I immediately hung up and called her cell phone, which also went directly to voicemail. I left a message for her to call me as my mind continued to think the worst and spiral out of control. Thirty minutes later, she called back. "What happened to you last night? I went to bed, and you never came. Where did you go?" was her response to my hello. Embarrassed, I stammered that I had a few drinks and slept on the couch. She asked if everything was OK, and the concern was evident in her voice. Before I could respond, she continued, "I know you miss the girls, and so do I, but we knew this day was coming, and we need to rediscover our life." Encouraged by the phone conversation and her sweet, caring tone, I quickly wrapped up things at the office and headed home. On the drive home, I decided against sharing my insecurity and feelings as I thought it would make me seem lame and insecure. When I arrived home, I found Rachel on the back deck, reading her nook. I approached her from the side and kissed her lightly on the head. She turned and looked up, her incredible hazel eyes glistening with tears. "Sad book?" "Not, really; I was just thinking about you." "Thinking about me and crying, what on earth for?" "Because I think you are struggling with the idea of our life without the girls, and that makes me sad. You know I love you, right?" "How ironic. I had the same thoughts about you on the ride home yesterday and all day today. I was concerned about you and how you felt about being empty nesters. Wondering how you would adjust, hoping that you still loved me as much as I love you." She rose from the chaise, wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me tightly for the first time in longer than I could remember before covering my mouth with a kiss. This wasn't just a peck; it was a deep, passionate kiss. "I didn't make anything for dinner," she said as she pulled away from our tongue-tangled electric kiss. "Great, let's go out; how about that little Italian place, Giovanni's, in the strip mall down the street." "Sounds perfect," I replied with breathless relief. "OK, give me ten minutes," she said, dropping her nook onto the chaise seat before running off. I picked up the nook and sat. Absently, I opened it for something to do. When it lit up, I started reading. The paragraph my eyes fell on was graphic and very erotic. Some may have considered it pornographic. I found myself turning the pages quickly, becoming increasingly aroused as I read. I was so rapt by the erotica that I did not hear her approach from behind. It wasn't until I felt her warm lips on my neck that I knew she had returned. I flipped the nook closed and looked up with the impish grin of a child caught by his mother doing something naughty and quickly positioned the reader over the erection straining against the material of my pants. "I'm ready," she said, her red lips glistening with a lipstick I had not seen before. I stood holding the nook in front of my pants until she turned to walk from the deck. Two steps later, I caught her, taking her hand as we walked through the house on our way to the car and the short drive to dinner. Throughout dinner, we talked not about trivial everyday things but about how our relationship had changed over the last 29 years. And the thoughts and fears that had secretly been building in both of us. By the time dessert came, we had each expressed our commitment to enjoying this new life to the fullest and that it was silly for us to have had trepidation about talking to each other about being empty nesters. The short ride home was quiet, but unlike the ride home from college, Rachel sat as close to me as the console would allow. Her hand rested in the crease of my pants between my thigh and hip, causing a conspicuous bulge in my pants. When I opened her door to help her from the car, she sprang up, and we were immediately crushed together in a deep, passionate kiss. With our tongues dueling wetly, we remained locked in that kiss. We were groping each other as we stumbled into the house, feverishly pulling at each other's clothing in an attempt to reach the skin. With the door still wide open, we clumsily slid to the floor and, with very little of our disheveled clothing still in place, had sex for the first time in a month. It was spontaneous, erotic, and emotional, reminding me of times before the girls. We were both laughing about our lustful, teen-like impatience as we rose half-naked to make our way upstairs to our bedroom. Me grabbing at her butt as we climbed and left the majority of our clothing strewn about the kitchen floor. The next morning, I left town on business for five days. The timing was terrible, but I had planned this trip for two months. I decided to drive rather than fly because too many customers were nowhere close to a major airport. Besides, I had planned to use the driving time to think about work and refine my sales presentations. However, the last 24 hours changed everything. Now, I could only think about Rachel and her rediscovered sexy spontaneity. Historically, we talk at the end of each day anytime I am on the road. It was usually about silly household things and events and a recap of any conversation either of us had with the girls. But on the first night out, that changed. At the end of that night's conversation, Rachel set a new benchmark for the end of our nightly calls. She indicated she would like to read me something interesting she had come upon. Since our dinner conversation at Giovanni's, I assumed it was about couples as empty nesters and how they coped. I said OK, forcing as much sincerity into my voice as possible in a feigned attempt to disguise my lack of interest in what some "expert" wrote in a magazine or book. As she read, I found the words to be vaguely familiar. Then it hit me; she was reading the part in her nook I was reading when she came down for dinner. When she finished, she said, "I thought you might like to hear how that part ended, intriguing, isn't it?" "Very, what is that book, anyway?" "The book is called 50 Shades of Grey, and Julie told me about it. That was one of the mild parts. It sounds fun, huh?" I could not believe my ears; my prim and proper wife was reading erotic snippets to me and commenting that the erotic activities being described sounded like fun. "Have you ever thought about dominating or being dominated?" I asked. "Not until I began reading this book, but now I am curious. What about you?" My breath caught in my throat, and my heart skipped a beat. "I think you are turning me on like never before; I'm up for anything you want to try, my love." "Great, talk to you tomorrow night," and the line went dead. I was panting as I sat on the bed in my boxers. The outline of my cock now trying to burst from them. What was I supposed to do now? I was alone and 600 miles from home. I pulled my laptop back in reach and tried to focus on work until I could calm down enough to sleep. The next day was wicked long. The early meeting went well but took two hours longer than planned. I still have 400 miles to drive. During the first 250 miles, I often spoke to the office and each of my daughters once. Dusk came shortly after I fueled for the last 150 miles. I was rolling up the miles, thinking about almost nothing, when my cell phone ring startled me. I hit the answer button on the steering wheel and was greeted by Rachel's tantalizing voice. "How were your dreams last night?" she asked. "I don't remember any of them, but I had difficulty sleeping. I woke this morning with a very stiff cock thinking about what you read to me last night and your insanely delicious comments about us experimenting with things like that." "Well, how about more of the same? I find it very stimulating," she quipped before she began reading again. This part was more erotic than the last and involved some anal play and blindfolds. Although there was some nervousness in her voice, I could feel the salacity raging in her with each page. This new nightly routine continued for the rest of the trip. I was getting less and less sleep, and my horniness was increasing with each passing day and passage. She read parts of the book to me every night for the remainder of the trip. When she finished reading, neither of us spoke. Instead, we could only hear each other's irregular breathing until the line died. I loved Rachel's new sexy behavior. I was being turned inside out by her soft, syrupy voice and the powerful erotic imagery she was conjuring up in my mind, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on business during the rest of the trip. Rachel had me tiptoeing across a sexual tightrope without a net. Battering my mind with thoughts and lust, I could not fully comprehend or process.

Mercifully, I was finally only an hour away. I called Rachel to tell her I was still three hours away. I wanted to surprise her and perhaps convince her to experiment with some situations she had read me about before dinner. She picked up on the third ring, her voice affected by panting, prompting me to ask if she was OK. "Yes, my phone was in the kitchen, and I was upstairs," I told her my morning meeting had gone long, and I was still four hours away. She said that would give her time to finish preparing my homecoming surprise. "Oh, by the way, I went shopping while you were gone. I am excited to show you what I bought. I think they are things we can share and will bring us incredible joy. Stay safe. I love you. See you soon." I looked down at the speedometer; I was speeding, my foot subconsciously tied to my libido, which had been stimulated yet again by her comments. I lifted my right foot and set the cruise for five over in an attempt to avoid the ticket that would delay our reunion. An hour and fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the driveway, stopping short of the garage and instead parking in the breezeway. I quietly closed the car door and walked into the kitchen. I moved silently around the island where an empty purple sack sat. A Holistic Wisdom logo peeled away from the top. I continued sneaking around every room downstairs before I began my ascent of the stairs and our bedroom. From the landing outside our bedroom, I could hear music drifting through the French doors that were slightly ajar. I approached the narrow slit and peered in. She was not in sight, so I pushed the door open and squeezed into the room. The bed was turned down, and a scrap of red fabric was lying on a shiny new, tightly stretched fitted sheet. I picked it up and held it between my outstretched arms, a thong! I closed my hand over the silky fabric and continued to the partially open bathroom door. Butterflies careening off the walls of my stomach and looked in. What I saw surprised, shocked, and excited me. Rachel was sitting completely naked on the side of the tub. The water running, her head tipped back, her eyes closed, and her legs splayed wide. Her left arm was angled behind her, supporting her leaning position. Her right hand was on a purple flower-looking vibrator, stroking a perfectly hairless pussy. Even over the music, I could hear her increasingly loud breathing and occasional whimpers, moans, and squeals. Water was pouring into the overflow when her body convulsed, causing her to lose her grip on the vibrator. Without missing a beat, she drew her hand to her gorgeous crack, rubbing as hard and fast as she could. Moments later, she came with a fierceness I had never witnessed in our married life. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and my mind couldn't process the mass of information bombarding it. Somehow I restrained myself from bursting into the room and lapping up every tasty drop of the intoxicating nectar surely running down the lips of her labia toward her anus and soft white thighs. I stood there, desperately trying to bring my pulse and breathing under control. My face flushed, and my cock steadily dribbling in my boxers. I watched her turn off the water and collapse into the overflowing tub, sending a wave of water cascading over the edge and onto the tile floor. I was frozen, mesmerized as I watched her shave her legs underarms and wash her hair. After twenty erotic minutes, she stood. The water was running down over her perfect breasts, across her beautiful, clean pubis, and down her legs as she reached for a towel. I felt guilty for watching but was unable to look away. Before stepping from the tub, I watched her dry her hair, face, breasts, tummy, and hips. Standing on the drenched matt, she turned and lifted each leg onto the edge of the tub as she dried them, exposing her lovely rosebud and swollen labia each time. Before I entered the room to surprise her, I checked to see that my pre-cum soaked boxers had not penetrated and spotted my khakis. No spot was visible, so I opened the door and entered just as she wrapped the towel around her slim torso and glanced down to retrieve the hair dryer from the cabinet drawer. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, causing her to jump and scream. Immediately looking into the mirror, a panicked look covered her face. Seeing my smiling face, she relaxed slightly before shouting, "You scared me to death, you shithead. What are you doing home so early?" "I was in a hurry to get home to you, so I broke every law to get here," I responded sheepishly. "Well, I am not ready! Go away for an hour; make yourself a drink, and read a book or something. Go relax. I have never seen your face so red; you look like you just ran a marathon. Now get out of here and don't come back until I call you."

I released her from my embrace and stepped back, holding the red thong in the air, "Just what am I supposed to do with this?" A mischievous, embarrassed smile crossed her face. "You are ruining my plans and surprises. Leave it with me and get out of our room without looking at anything. Close your eyes as you leave," her tone now perturbed. "OK, OK," I said as I kissed the back of her neck. "I love you; I didn't mean to ruin things; I was just excited to see you." "I know; I love you too, but please close your eyes and leave. I will call you." With that, I backed out of the bathroom before turning and leaving our bedroom, careful not to close the door entirely. As I went downstairs, I was almost regretful for ruining her surprise. Still, the imprint of her magnificent bathroom performance, now indelibly etched in my mind, overrode the guilt. It was easily the most erotic, sensual thing I had ever seen, and I wanted more. Downstairs, I pulled the refrigerator door and grabbed a beer. I twisted the top and dropped it on the island counter. I stood contemplating climbing the stairs again and peering through the cracked bedroom door to continue my voyeurism. Reluctantly, I decided to allow her to prepare her surprise without me watching. Besides, I didn't want to get caught, which would preclude me from enjoying another undetected moment in the future. I kicked off my shoes on my way to the deck. The air was refreshing, and the slight breeze felt good on my warm face. I sat in the chaise, leaned back, and closed my eyes. I was replaying the tape of Rachel in the bathroom repeatedly while it fanned the flames of lewdness in my mind. Minutes later, the beer bottle slipped from my hand onto the small table beside the chaise. I drifted off to sleep from the combination of the beer, my long drive, and my reclining position. I woke to arms sliding across my shoulders, unbuttoning my shirt, and rubbing my chest. "I'm glad you took my advice and rested; you will need it," she whispered. I reached across my chest with my right arm and pulled her arm until she was standing beside me. I twisted my body to appraise the woman standing in front of me. Her face was aglow, her hazel eyes twinkled, and her lips turned up with a broad smile that could only come from deep within. The only makeup on her face was bright red lipstick that accentuated her full, luscious lips. Her brunette hair's curls rested softly on her bare shoulders. A white collar with a black bow tie neatly affixed to the front was around her neck. A black satin corset that pushed her milky white breasts up and almost out of lace-trimmed cups adorned her torso and accentuated her trim waist and hourglass figure. Her lightly freckled arms were bare except for white cuffs with small black cufflinks on her wrists. Her long, shapely legs were covered in sheer black nylons held by black garter straps with red bows over the clasps, her feet in red stiletto heels strapped around her ankles. I was mute; she was the sexiest woman alive and had done all this for me. When I looked back up into her loving face, the smile had run away from her face. Tears had formed in the corner of her eyes, and her perfect white teeth were biting her lower lip. Seeing that, I jumped up, placed my hand on the small of her back, and pulled her into my arms. She struggled through my embrace, pushing to her tiptoes, and whispered in my ear. "God, when you just sat there without speaking, I didn't know what to think. My mind was overrun with fear that you were disappointed. That I was acting like a middle-aged slut. The whole time I was preparing for this moment, and this evening, my emotions ran the gamut. When you sat there, excitement, fear, and panic filled every fiber of my being. I did this for us; I want you to know how much you mean to me and how much I want our intimate relationship before the girls." I pulled her head off my shoulder and tenderly kissed her lips. She responded to my kiss by reaching down and pulling my hand to her breast. "I have something special planned for us tonight." with that, she pushed out of my embrace and sashayed off the deck, her hips swinging playfully. After watching intently while she paraded through the kitchen, I followed her as she climbed the stairs two at a time. When I reached the top of the stairs, the bedroom doors were wide open, and she was standing beside the bed. The smile had returned to her face and the twinkle to her eyes. "You need to put on the gift you saw earlier. I left it in the bathroom, come out wearing only it, understand?" I responded in the affirmative, noticing that the chairs by the window had been rearranged and a new chair was directly in front of the window. I walked across the room to the bathroom, where I tugged the clothes off my body, almost tripping as I stepped out of my pants. The thong was on the counter; I slid it off and stepped into it. It was an odd feeling, and I had some trouble bending my erect cock into the pouch. Its soft, seamless fabric felt great on my skin, and I felt funny thinking that. I pushed that thought from my mind, turned, opened the door to the bedroom, and walked in sheepishly. She said softly, "Please sit on the new chair in front of the window and follow every instruction I give from now on without hesitation. Failure to do so will have serious consequences." The chair looked like an upscale wooden card table chair, and although the seat was upholstered, it was uncomfortable. My head was spinning, and I was trembling from anticipation and excitement. I felt Rachel approach from behind, kissing my neck and ear before moving to stand in front of me. She set a small bag on the table and pulled out a black box. Smiling, she turned it for me to read; it was a 50 Shades gift set. "You left me for five days with only my book. You knew I was reading it because I was sharing it with you, you knew it was making me increasingly horny with each passing day, and yet you didn't cancel your meetings and come home to me. Instead, you let me suffer. Well, now you are home and will pay for being inconsiderate." "I’m sorry, I had to go, perhaps you can come with me next time. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it this trip.” “Apology not accepted,” she said as she pulled handcuffs from the box, moving behind me again, pulling my arms around the back of the chair and locking my wrists securely in the cuffs. I watched in amazement as she knelt in front of me and tied my ankles to the legs, exposing my eyes to the feast of her ample breasts that were bursting from her corset. I said nothing. She remained silent as she swung one leg over my lap and straddled me. While standing, she placed both hands on my nipples, rubbing and pinching them. Lightly at first but then with increasing intensity until my hard nubs turned bright red. My cock was now engorged and pushing hard at the soft fabric of the thong. She continued her assault on my nipples with one hand and began to rub my cock with the other. I started pulling at the restraints, but the movement only caused the metal to dig into my wrists, causing me considerable pain. Pre-cum was once again oozing from the tip of my cock as she dropped from her standing straddle to sit on my lap. Her soft nylons felt good, rubbing against the outside of my legs. She leaned in and began sucking and biting my nipples in concert while twisting her hips and rubbing her pussy against my cock bound by the thong. My nipples were close to bleeding when she stopped, stood, and walked away — leaving me squirming and gasping for normal breath. When she returned, she knelt and untied my ankles. I stretched my cramping legs. “Stand up,” she said in a measured tone. My arms were still cuffed behind my back, but I pulled my legs back and stood by, pushing my arms straight back to clear the chair and stumbling forward in the process. Rachel just stood there, offering no help. Now steady, I stood motionless. “Walk to the bed and lie down, face-up.” I did as instructed, falling first to my side before rolling onto my back, my arms still securely restrained in the cuffs. It was uncomfortable, but the soft mattress kept it from being unbearable. I watched in amazement as she came to the side of the bed, raised her leg, and placed her foot on the top of the mattress, allowing me an unobstructed view of her newly hairless pussy. I watched as she began to rub it slowly, each stroke replenishing the clear fluid flowing from inside her. While looking directly into my eyes, she plunged two fingers into her drooling pussy and stroked until she withdrew them and placed them teasingly across my lips. I immediately sucked her fingers into my mouth. Licking and sucking until only the salt of her skin remained. She smiled at my enthusiasm, repeating the activity until I was again writhing with excitement. Suddenly, she stopped. Placed both feet on the floor, reached forward, and pulled the pre-cum soaked thong off my member, which was dancing with every beat of my heart. I was completely naked, restrained, venerable, and alone with lurid thoughts of her sexuality, controlling my soul as she disappeared from my field of vision without a word. I squirmed and called out, begging for more, but there was no response. I lay there, rolling in erotic agony when suddenly I felt her presence behind me just before the room went dark, and I felt her move away again. Seconds became minutes, my stiffness vanished, and my cock fell limp against my thigh. Suddenly, I was aware of how much the cuffs were hurting my wrists and digging into my back; I rolled onto my side to sit up. “No, you don’t,” was all I heard before I felt strips of leather rake across my hip and the exposed cheek of my ass. “I didn’t tell you to move” The strips once again cut across my hip and ass. I yelped, half in surprise and half in pain, as she pushed me off my side onto my stomach. Both cheeks were now exposed to her whip. More slashes came. The tingling became a pain, and yet, for some inexplicable perverted reason, I found this erotic. My bare, tingling ass was now apparently red enough that she stopped. “Do you promise to be better now and only do what I say?” “Yes,” I muttered. “Good,” and with that, she leaned in and released me from the restraint of the cuffs. “Now spread your legs as far apart as you can.” I knew better than to ask why, so I followed her instructions. Visually deprived by the blindfold and face down on the bed, I heard the click of the cap being flipped open, followed by the flatulent sound that a gel makes when forced from a tube. Seconds later, I felt a cold, slick substance being rubbed between my parted cheeks. I tensed when I felt her finger glide across my bud several times before the tip of it pushed against the tightness of my dark knot. She continued applying slight pressure until she gained penetration, the seal now broken. She stopped at what felt like the first knuckle, waiting for me to relax. When I did, she pressed on until she had buried her entire finger in my ass. I wanted to protest since that seemed like what I should do, but her finger on my prostate felt good. It was a strange, humiliating feeling; I was strung between quilt and pleasure. My cock was continuing to ooze as it throbbed beneath me. When she finally withdrew her finger, I felt the coolness of more lube being applied before something hard was pressed against my stretched hole. I tried to relax as she slowly eased it in. It felt like her fist, but I knew it was the butt plug I had seen in the box when she showed me the 50 shades kit. After several minutes, it was all the way in. “Roll over.” I closed my legs and did as instructed on the bed, now keeping the plug in my ass. The cool of the sheets felt good on my stinging ass. “Put your arms to your side and keep them there; you may not use them in any way no matter how much you want to, understand?” I wanted to rub my sore wrists, but that was not allowed. I pulled my arms to my side as instructed and lay there, my mind crashing deeper into the sordid fringes of this new erotic relationship. Shortly, I felt the mattress move above me, her soft thighs against my ears, and a whiff of her arousal just above my nose. I lifted my head to reach her heavenly slit with my tongue and was rewarded as she ground her pussy against my nose and lips, almost smothering me in the process. I licked, sucked, and kissed her puffy nether lips, continually adjusting and refining my technique in an attempt to provide her with ultimate pleasure. She rolled forward, and I gasped for air as she positioned her hands on my hips, using the motion of the plug to milk me further, sending spasms to my cock that her mouth suddenly engulfed. Emboldened by hedonistic euphoria, I disobeyed her. Ripping the blindfold from my face. Grabbing her thighs and spreading her cheeks to gain greater access to the smooth protruding gemstone now peaking from its hood. While pulling her hard against my insistent tongue. Methodically with varying pressure and movement, I rolled my tongue around the edges of her pearl as she pumped up and down on my cock while rubbing my perineum with one hand and twisting the butt plug with the other. I had to shout that I was about to come to be heard over the moans and sucking sounds echoing off the walls. This only caused her to become more determined as she rode my cock with her face. With her assault continuing, I plunged my face and tongue back into her folds. Working her clitoris until I lost concentration and pumped an endless stream of cum into her mouth. She choked and gagged but continued to suck my overstimulated member until she sat straight up. Squeezing my head with her thighs as she convulsed and flooded my face with the heavenly nectar of her climax. Drained of energy, she rolled and fell off me, but I rolled with her to maintain contact with her delicious trench to continue my attack on her clit until she came repeatedly. Her frenzied, delirious response to my cunnilingus caused my cock to be erect again, so I slid off the bed, pulling the plug from my ass as I stood. I yanked open the bedside table drawer and removed a condom. I tore it open with my teeth and rolled it down my stiff rod before grabbing the open lube from the table, drenching the condom covering my cock while pulling her limp body to the edge of the bed. I lifted her hips and slowly guided my cock into her receptive ass. She cried out in ecstasy as I gave her my entire length. I pumped her tight rosebud as she reached between her legs and began rubbing her clitoris feverishly as I fucked her ass for the first time. Our minds and bodies were so sexually charged it only took minutes before we both lost control and burst into a simultaneous life-altering climax. Exhausted for the moment, she fell flat against the bed, and I followed, falling next to her incredible naked body. We lay there silently, words the furthest thing from our minds until darkness filled the room. Both dozing occasionally. Finally, I broke the silence. “You amazed me today; you are the greatest lover any man could have.” She turned her head, smiled, and said, “This is but the first step on our journey as empty nesters, and I intend to make it the best time of our lives.”

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