She Just Doesn’t Want It Part III bad_mike ©2010. All rights reserved.
This is the third installment in the series:
She Just Doesn’t Want It. If the reader has yet to read the first one, it would be best to take a look at that initial story in order to grasp the context for this latest portion.
I awoke and found myself entangled in her arms on this, the morning after. It was sweet. So much had happened the day before; it was almost like a dream. I looked over at the clock and we have been asleep for nearly eleven hours. I guess all of that ‘playing’ didn’t just wear her
I got out of bed, cleaned the room up a bit and made Chrissy her favorite breakfast, a feast really, and took it to her as she lay in bed. I even cut some fresh flowers from the garden out back. As I walked in the door, she got a whiff of my cooking and her sleepy eyes popped open.
“You made this for us!” as she sat up and readied herself.
“Actually, I made it for you babe. I just had something. I’ll just watch you eat.”
She was starving and devoured the meal as if she hadn’t eaten in a week. A big, grateful smile spread across her beautiful, satisfied face.
“Thank you. That was very nice Steve, very good and tasty. I needed that!”
I removed the tray from her lap and put it onto the floor as she leaned back against the pillows. She then began to speak.
“Hey I was thinking about yesterday…Now I know you went to a lot of trouble and have probably been thinking about and planning that for weeks but…”
I interrupted her and said, “Actually, I have been thinking about it for decades Chrissy, literally decades.”
A concerned look crept onto her face. “Okay then, decades. Well it was nice and all but that is just not me Steve. I am not a sexpot or the insatiable woman that you want me to be. That is just not who I am. We can make love a little more often, if that is what you want to do, but I am just not that into it. Now don’t take this personal. I am not trying or wanting to hurt you. I love you, but that vision you have of what you want your woman to be is just not me.”
“Tell me, are you getting up now or do you want to sleep some more?” I asked in an upbeat manner, attempting to hide the punch that had just been thrown to my stomach.
“No, I am getting up. I am just going to go take a shower.”
“Well then, why don’t we continue our conversation a little later, OK?” and picked up the tray as I walked out of the room.
My head was spinning as I closed the door and walked down the hallway. I couldn’t be more frustrated. “Man,” I thought to myself, “I thought yesterday couldn’t have gone any better, and now it seems we are back to square one. How much pleasure is it going to take until she realizes that she likes sex, actually craves it, that she loves to come and that she is not allergic to pleasure?”
I was dumbfounded and I was discouraged. I know for a fact she had a good time - a really good time - yesterday. It occurred to me that drastic situations call for drastic measures. And this, to me, had become a drastic situation. I love Chris, but I just can’t go on like this any longer. I am not going to go through the rest of my days dragging my wife to bed and begging for her cooperation and attention. It’s not going to happen. I am no longer going to beg to make her
come. I am just not going to settle any longer! I cannot allow us to go backwards. I am a man who, like most men, has always been hell-bent on fixing things. This was going to be fixed once and for all. At this point, I don’t care how extreme I have to be; I will go to any length to win her over and capture her heart and libido. But where do I go??? I have already implemented most of my plan. So where in the hell do I go from here?
I must have been there for forty five minutes when, as I sat there at the kitchen table, Plan B popped into my head. And so, with that idea in tow, I began to prepare our room and all the items that I would need and then headed back into the master bathroom. Chris was sitting on a chair, head down facing the floor, with just a pair of black panties and black bra on. She was blow drying her beautiful brown and curly locks. She probably has the most beautiful head of hair I have ever seen. It is stunning and it is sexy: long brown, flowing curls that reach past the middle of her back. She gets comments on it all the time, even from complete strangers. She sat up and threw her head back, causing her hair to sexily fly straight up and over her head. We made eye contact.
“Man, are you beautiful!” I said as she quickly yet politely negated the comment.
“Oh you’re just horny again!”
“Damn straight!” I said, as I grabbed her hand and lifted her up and drew her lips to mine. Some forty seconds later, after feasting on her pouty lips and wild tongue while massaging her tight gorgeous ass, she pulled away.
“I don’t like it when you talk like that. I would prefer if you wouldn’t cuss.”
My mind started to project to our immediate future and I started to smile. I began to think about that bad old word ‘damn’ and how shocked she’s going to be in just a few minutes. I placed my arm around her waist and walked her through the door towards our California king sized bed. In one fell swoop I picked her up and threw her playfully on the bed. At least she thought I was being playful. I was not playing.
“No, no, no. We’re not going there again,” she said smiling back at me and as she scooted herself on her butt from the middle of the bed towards the edge where I stood. I asked her what she meant by that.
“You know, making love to me all day long and…”
I interrupted her saying, “That’s funny, that’s not what you called it yesterday.”
“That’s not what I called what?”
“Making love, that’s not what you called it yesterday. Just yesterday you asked me to fuck you and to quote, “fuck my mouth.” On more than one occasion I might add.”
“I, I, I did not. I would never talk like that. It is dirty and just plain wrong.”
“Is it now? I tell you what Chris. If you can go this entire day without saying the word ‘fuck,’ let alone asking me to ‘fuck you,’ I will never use that word again. But if you do say it, our vocabulary and oh so much more will drastically change from now on. Is it a deal girl?”
She smiled confidently, reached out her hand for me to shake, and said ‘deal’.
I pushed her hand aside and said, “This isn’t the kind of thing you shake on; it is something you kiss on,” and with that I lay down on top of her and took her mouth with abandon. She wouldn’t admit it but I think just hearing the word fuck got her going a little bit. She was responding to my lips and tongue like she hadn’t in quite some time. I slid my left hand down until it rested on top of her silky panties and I fingered her mound, creating a nasty little groove between her lips. I was astonished at the amount of heat radiating from her. Her panties were even a little bit damp, something that has rarely happened since her change of life onslaught. I raised my hand and then lowered it again, this time sliding it inside her cotton briefs. I had forgotten that I had shaved her pussy the day before. What a pleasant surprise; what an erotic treat! So smooth, so damn sexy! But you know what I realized? It was so closely shaved that I was fairly certain that she had shaved it again when she was in the shower. It was just too smooth to be from yesterday. Imagine that, Chrissy likes the feel of a bare pussy! I wonder what else she likes.
I was now working my middle finger up and down her moistening slit as she aggressively swallowed my mouth and wrestled my tongue. I then slipped my middle digit between her glistening lips and, as I pierced the veil of her womanhood, she moaned loudly. I took that as a green light and put a second finger in. As I finger fucked her I used my thumb and index fingers to carefully roll her hardened clit.
“Do you want something Chris? What do you want babe?” I asked as I continued to work her body.
“I, I want, I want you to make love to me,” she said in a very breathy and sensual voice. Damn she can be sexy when she is feeling it.
“Can you lick me first hon?” I asked as I broke from the kiss and moved my body up hers. While still manipulating her pussy, I brought my hardened member to her lips. She forcefully grabbed my ass and pulled me to her and I bottomed out in her mouth. As she was sucking me, right on the top of my shaft, I could feel her nostrils sucking the air into her nose, just trying to grasp some air as she masterfully worked my cock. She was getting close. I was getting close. The time was right. I lassoed her left wrist and pulled her arm above her head and tied her down. She didn’t like it; not as bad as before, but none the less, she was not pleased. She rolled over onto her left side and began to fight me a little and said, “Stop it Steve. Do not tie me up again!” With her maneuvering, she was up on her side and I found that her right ass cheek was now exposed to me.
She was ticked. She looked up at me and said, “Don’t you dare span…”
“I am goin...”
She was pissed but at the same time I know she was turned on too. She lay onto her back again as I secured her right wrist. Spankings have been a part of our recent past. As a precursor to sex, in an attempt to get a fire going in her, I had introduced her to spankings with a belt a couple of years back. But it was me
who was getting spanked. She liked it and it did seem to get her going a little bit. But she has warned me ever since never to do that to her. There was no doubt that she was upset. But she was also turned on. She blankly stared me in the eyes. I moved my ravenous fingers back down her body and, as she widened her legs, found her quim was now completely soaked. Her juices were literally pouring out of her puffy lips, down her slit and drooling over onto her ass. The sheets were saturated with her lovely, fragrant secretions. She squinted her eyes at me but then she took my cock back into her mouth and proceeded with a delightful and enthusiastic blow job. I pierced the opening of her treasure box and began to finger fuck her once again. In less than a minute she was driving her hips into my hand, zealously humping it as she came long and hard all over me. How I love to see and hear her come! She was beside herself, writhing on the bed while driving into my hand, struggling to even breathe, just gasping for air.
“OMG, OMG, I am commmmmmming!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Fuck!”
After she had come down from her climax I placed my third and fourth fingers in my mouth, relishing their flavor. I then brought my glistening thumb and index fingers to Chris’s lips, creating a circle. Upon seeing them, she defiantly closed her eyes and shook her head no.
Her eyes popped open.
Her mouth opened and she attacked my fingers with her lips and tongue. It was almost as if she had wanted to but somehow thought it was wrong until I forced the issue.
“From now on Chris, your body is not your own; it is mine,” I said tenderly yet firmly.
“This is wrong!”
“You know me better than anyone. You know I am here to serve you, have been for our whole marriage long. I have given myself to you sacrificially. I will continue to serve you just as I always have. But beginning today, you will serve me as well. When I ask you to submit to my sexual needs, you will gladly comply.”
“Who’s the potty mouth now? Furthermore, you will show me proper respect. You may not realize it, but you sometimes treat me like an unwanted dog. You don’t know exactly what this ‘respect’ means at the moment but, believe me, you will learn!”
I then placed a blindfold over her eyes, got off the bed and walked to the footboard, and quickly put a pillow under her waist. A few minutes earlier I had slipped a Vicks throat lozenge into my mouth and sucked on it. I then lay between her legs and blew on her shiny sheath.
“What, what is that?” she asked as she felt the cool, intoxicating breeze reach her lips.
“Oh, you just need some medicine hon. Don’t worry, I will nurse you back to sexual health honey!” And so with that I began to satisfy my need for the sweet taste of her musky love tunnel. I lapped at her clit as I shoved three fingers in and out of her cunny. She was going nuts, panting and moaning. I love to eat her and within minutes she was already close to coming for a second time.
“Ohhhh, ohhh Steve. That feels so good. Make love to me babe.”
“What’s that hon?” I inquired, interrupting my delicious meal.
“Make love to me. Put it in!”
“I don’t know what you want babe. You have to tell me what you want!”
Her juices were not only flowing all over her vulva but were once again running down her luscious ass as she was now bucking up against my face and hand.
“So close, so close. Steve, please.”
“Please what hon?”
“Just, please, please…”
I had another surprise for her. I grabbed a large dildo, a brand new friend for my bride. I introduced them to each other by pushing it right up into her steamy box. It was big and thick and her reaction was theatrical. She was utterly dying. I flicked her clit with my tongue and worked that monster in and out of her tight hole.
“That’s it! Fuck me Steve. I don’t care. I said it. You win! Just fuck me! I give up! Damn… My body is yours now. Take it. Just fucking take it! Please! Just FUCK ME!”
Her passionate sonnet led me to a crazed condition. I dropped below what was fast becoming her favorite fuck tool and snaked my tongue all around her hot little ass, and licked away at the virgin hole before me. And I stuck my tongue right up her butt.
“Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!! Now fuck me damn it!”
After tongue fucking her nasty hole for a minute or two, I got up onto my knees in front of her. I pulled the monster cock from her pussy and urgently replaced it with my needy dick. And I began to fuck her hard and fast. As I continued to bang away, I grabbed the rubber cock in hand and held it above her face, angling it over her mouth. She could feel it and smell her own juices all over it and it was making a mess on her face. It was actually dripping
onto her face and her mouth. Wow, what a lusty spectacle!
“I am not going to do anyth..”
“STOP IT! I don’t wan..”
I ripped off her blindfold and she looked up at me disdainfully as her anger began to burn anew. But then she got diverted when she caught a drip fall onto her cheek out of the corner of her eye. As she looked up, the glistening monster was looking back at her, menacingly. Yes the big, wet, black
dildo that had just been fucking her steamy cunt was beckoning her as yet another drop landed on her upper lip. A smile broke through as she slowly and sensually raised her tongue to capture her own creamy delight. Damn was she driving me crazy. Then she opened her mouth and tongued the side of the shaft and worked it back and forth, greedily taking her first black cock.
I then pulled my cock out of her cunt and grabbed some lube. I put the lube on my index finger and then rubbed some on my cock. I looked at her once again. Her eyes were closed tight and she was greedily working her head back and forth on the side of the black shaft. She looked delirious. And then I surprised her as I slowly stuck my finger up her ass.
I took her now familiar straight vibe and placed it onto her slick hood and turned it on low.
“Do you like that hon?” I asked as I began to thrust my finger in and out of her ass.
As I added a second finger to her backside, she really got into it. Her hips joined me in fucking her ass. Then I removed my fingers and lined my dick up with her puckered and now opened asshole and turned the toy to vibrate. I began to tease her, moving my dick all around the sensitive glands.
“Do you like this babe?” as my hard cock danced on her cum soaked bum and settled at her half-opened hole.
“Fuck me, take my ass, take me now!” and with said she lifted her legs, put her heels behind my ass cheeks and pulled me forward, causing my cockhead to enter her butt.
“YES! YES! Fuck me Steve! Take my virgin ass!”
And that did it. I slowly yet steadily penetrated her oh-so-tight hole and drove myself into her until I was balls deep inside of Chris’s ass. The feeling was incredible: so tight, so foreign, so damn dirty. Nothing had ever felt so good. I loved it!
So there I was, powering my 6” dick in and out of my sexy wife while holding the come-giving vibe on her clit. What a visual. She was lying there sucking on a big black rubber cock as I was pounding into her virgin ass and she loved it! Once again we were both ready to come. I looked down on her and she looked up at me with a hungry and delirious half smile.
“I am your fuck toy now. You take me whenever you want. Just please, fuck the shit out of me now. Make me come Stevey!” I love it when she talks dirty.
I turned the vibe on pulsating and moved it around a little as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. Unbelievably, Chris went back to suck on the cock. And she came, and came and came. She was raising her hips and fucking me back vigorously. Within moments I came violently and collapsed right on top of her, my face on her sweat-soaked belly. Her breathing was so elevated that, for a minute, I feared that she going to have a heart attack.
How I love this woman! I don’t want a whore; I do want a wife who will respond to me and then also be open and free, allowing me to satisfy her as well. It took some doing but I think I found her!
After several minutes I reached up to untie her hands and then lay my head back down on top of her belly. Our breathing was slowly returning to normal. I lifted my head, my chin resting on her belly button, and looked up at Chrissy again. There was a broad and sexy smile awaiting me. I smiled back. She placed her hands on my head and massaged the back of my neck and then made her way up and through my hair. It felt good. She was driving me nuts…again. She then began to push my head down towards her cum soaked pussy. I looked up at her and she has a glazed look in her eyes.
“What do you want babe?” I ask teasingly.
“You know what I want baby.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
And then she said it. “May I please have some more...Master?”
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