Change of Life Ch. 03

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When we got into the kitchen I just sat down at the table while Diane got a plate from the fridge. She turned on the oven and started to put the contents of the plate onto a baking sheet. They looked like little appetizers. I walked over to the counter and asked her, “Whatcha got there?”

“Sea scallops wrapped in bacon, mushroom caps stuffed with shrimp and mini rubens,”

Again, I was blown away. All I could manage to say was, “Huh?”

She looked at me, with my mouth hanging open and this stupid look on my face, chuckled and said, “Go sit at the table.”

I sat at the table as she got a couple of salad plates from the cupboard and pulled another plate from the fridge. She set the plates on the table and said, “Start on these while the rest heats up. I’m going to make some coffee, would you like some.”

“Sure,” was all I could say.

I looked down and saw a half-dozen deviled eggs; each one nestled in a baked sausage-breading shell. Once again, I was shocked beyond belief. I thought, ‘Does this woman keep all my favorite appetizers ready to go in her refrigerator? Did she plan all this? Was this whole evening planned?’

So I asked her, “Did you plan all of this evening?”

She sighed and said, “You men are all so dense. We have become great friends over the last few months. I’ve grown very fond of you and I know that you’re attracted to me. I would’ve fucked your brains out weeks ago, but you were still married and I knew you had a problem with the fidelity thing. I knew that you were going to be officially single tonight and decided that I would finally have you.”

“But what about the food?”

Again with the sigh she said, “You’ve mentioned your favorite bar-food appetizers a number of times in the course of the last few months.”

“What about the corset and stocking and heels and all that?” “Duh, you’re a guy.”

Then it hit me. It all sunk in. I should’ve known something was up when she started asking me about Photoshop filters. For months she had been giving me tips and tricks that made the software easier to use and with better results. I knew that she was a virtual expert and I was a novice. Yet, when she asked me for advice, my Ego took over and I immediately thought, ‘The little lady needs my help.’

“I guess you didn’t really need my help with the Photoshop filters.”

“You were so easy. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes, smile and ask you to help me and you were mine. “

‘God damn,’ I thought and jumped up, went over to her and kissed her long and hard.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy until you pass out,” I said.

“Whoa there . . . easy tiger , . . . let’s get some nourishment before we retire to the bedroom.”

We sat there and ate the delicious little finger foods, drank coffee and talked about our lives. It was great.

Afterwards, we got up and headed toward the stairs when she turned to me and said, “Why don’t you get your clothes and the wine out of the living room. You can bring your cigar and the ashtray. We can finish it upstairs. Oh, and close the glass doors to the fireplace.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When I got up to her bedroom, only candles illuminated it. She was seated on a loveseat with her legs crossed and hands clasped together on her knee. The flickering candlelight cast a soft, erotic glow over her.

She said, “Let’s watch a movie.”

I poured us each a glass of wine, handed one to her and took my seat beside her. She picked up the remote, clicked on the TV and DVD player and took the cigar and relit casino siteleri it. As we sat there and shared the cigar, she was watching the TV, but I was focused on her. She had me mesmerized with her beauty, her demeanor and her presence.

Then I glanced at the screen and saw a woman bent over and a guy was whacking her on the ass with a ping-pong paddle. There was a multi strand flogger lying on the bed next to them. I thought, ‘Huh,’ and then realized, ‘It’s a porn flick. This woman keeps fuck flicks in her bedroom.’

She realized that I was once again surprised, smiled, nodded toward the screen and said, “Give you any ideas?”

I replied, “You mean . . . ” and my voice trailed off. She bowed her head slightly, bit her lower lip, rolled her eyes up to meet mine and nodded her head yes.

“I suppose you have the toys as well.”

Again she nodded her head.

Now, I had never gotten into dominating a woman and never had the urge to hit one either. I couldn’t imagine hurting this woman. However, considering everything that she had done for me that evening, if she wanted me to dominate her, then I would. When duty calls, you’ve got to toe the mark.

“Well then, turn off the TV, get your toys and assume the position.”

She got up and went to her closet and brought out a paddle, a flogger, handcuffs and a metal bar about 3 feet long with cuffs attached to each end. She bent over and cuffed the metal bar to each ankle. Then she put the handcuffs on and raised them above her head and hung them on a hook in the ceiling. I just sighed and shook my head. Eventually I would stop being surprised with what she did.

“I’ve been a bad girl and need to be punished . . . everywhere.”

I slowly walked around her with the paddle in one hand and the flogger in the other.

“So the horny slut wants to be punished, eh?” I said and then smacked each cheek of her ass firmly, but not too hard.

She smiled and said, “Yes, but harder, please.”

So I whacked her hard on each cheek. She jumped and shrieked, “Oh yes, thank you, do it again.”

So I spanked her hard with the paddle about a dozen times. Her ass was beet red. She was gasping for air and making little shrill squeaking noises.

I moved around to her front and started to slap her nipples back and forth with the flogger, each slap a little harder than the previous one.

She had this look on her face that was half smile and half pleading. “Oh . . . oh . . . thank you . . . thank you . . . do it some more . . . please . . . more.”

She was obviously enjoying this, so I decided to take it a step further. I brought the flogger back and planted a sharp, swift whack on her pussy.

She winced in pain. “Ouch . . . Ouch . . . Oh god that hurt.” Her smile was gone, her eyes were closed, she was on her tiptoes and trying to hold her legs together.

I walked behind her and smacked her ass hard with the flogger. Again she screamed out in pain. I tossed the flogger and paddle on the loveseat, took off my pants and went over and lay down on the bed.

“Take off all of that hardware and get over here and suck my dick.”

She took off the cuffs and knelt between my legs. After a few minutes of her oral charms, I was at full mast.

“Get up here and fuck me.”

And fuck me she did. She straddled me and sat upright, frantically moving her hips back and forth, moaning and groaning. I was twisting both nipples and she started to cry again. Suddenly, she pushed my hands away, leaned down to me, held a tit to my mouth and said, “Suck my tit . . . suck my tit while I fuck you.”

I slot oyna reached down and grabbed both cheeks, sucked and bit her tit and started ramming my dick in and out of her with long, hard strokes. She tensed up and started to shake again. I slipped a finger into her asshole and she went ballistic.

“Oh god . . . oh my god . . . aaaarrrgggggghhhhhhhh.”

She squirmed and shook for a bit and then collapsed onto me. I slipped my finger out of her ass. We lay there a little while, with my hard dick still buried in her. She slowly sat up on me and said, “Do you want to put it in there?”

I wasn’t 100% sure what she meant and didn’t want to assume anything, so I asked her, “Put what in where?

She laughed and said, “Put your dick in my ass . . . sodomize me, fuck me in my ass.”

I had butt-fucked a couple of chicks in my younger days, but had never suggested it. I knew that it had to hurt and I was never into causing pain for a woman.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please, but you have to be careful. I’ve never been fucked there before. I’ve had fingers and the occasional small vibrator in there, but never had a man take me there. You will need to go slow.”

“Okey dokey.”

I pushed her off of me, got up and went into the bathroom. In her medicine chest there was some Vaseline. I soaked a washcloth in hot water and then took it and the Vaseline into the bedroom. Diane was on all fours on the bed.

I had her kneel at the side of the bed and rest her head and neck on a pile of pillows. Taking the warm washcloth, I gently massaged her rosebud. I then dipped two fingers in the Vaseline and started to rub them around her butt-hole, all the while rubbing her hips and cheeks with my other hand.

“Honey, you have to tell me if this starts to be too much, if you realize that this is not something you want to do. Just say the word and I’ll stop. Okay?”

“Okay, but I want to give myself to you completely. I want to feel full of you in my most intimate place. I want you to butt-fuck me.”

Just then I slipped my finger in her ass, up to the second knuckle. She tensed up quite a bit, so I just held it there. I leaned over and started to kiss her cheeks and lower back and reached my free hand under her and rubbed her pussy. She relaxed and pushed back, taking my whole finger in her ass and started to purr contentedly.

“That feels nice, different, but nice.”

I continued rubbing her pussy and started to move my finger around in her rectum. I eventually started finger fucking her pussy and ass at the same time.

“Oh my, it hurts a little, but it also feels good. So dirty.”

I continued like that for a while and then started to work a second finger into her rosebud.

Oh, oh, oh . . . your stretching me . . . it’s burning . . . but don’t stop.”

I continued like this for a while and then took my fingers out of her ass. I wiped them off with the washcloth and lined my dick up to her rosebud and said, “I’m just gonna hold my dick here, lined up with your butt. You move back onto me at your own pace.”

As I held her hips, she moved back and my dick started to pry open her asshole. After a few seconds of pushing, the head slipped in.

“Ouch, ouch, that hurts . . . just hold it there . . . don’t you dare pull out. Oh my god, that hurts.”

I held still for a few moments and then reached under her and started rubbing her slit. She was crying and moaning. Her sphincter had an unreal grip on my cock. It was hot and tight. She bucked her hips as I played with her clit and slowly tried to get more of me into her.

“Oh God . canlı casino siteleri . . it’s so big . . . and hard.”

“Honey, push out like you’re trying to take a shit.”

She did and I slid completely into her. She cried out, “Ohhhhhh . . . you’re in soooo deep. I feel like you’re splitting me in two.”

We stayed like that for a few moments with my dick buried in her rectum. It was incredible, so hot and oh so tight. This was intense. Eventually she started to rock back and forth, fucking me with her asshole.

“Oh honey . . . I’m so full . . . sooo full . . . I’m ready; give it to me . . . fuck me hard . . . give me all you’ve got.”

And I did. I fucked her with long and deep strokes. Grabbing a handful of hair, I pulled her head back and rubbed her clit with my other hand. I was pile-driving into her rectum and started talking nasty to her.

“Is this what you want? Do you want to be butt-fucked like a dirty bitch?”

“Yes . . . pound me like the dirty slut that I am . . . make me your bitch.”

Then I slipped one leg between hers and rammed her as hard as I could. This caused her to fall forward. I straddled one leg, held the other over my shoulder and buried myself as deep as possible. With one hand I was able to get a finger in her pussy and work her G-spot, while grabbing a nipple with the other hand. This set her off.

She tensed up and screamed, “Aaarrrrgggghhhhh . . . ooooohhhhhh . . . eeeeeeeiiiiiii!!!!”

She was shaking and screaming and crying and this set off my own orgasm. I spurted everything I had into her ass. Then all of a sudden, we both went limp. I collapsed on top of her with my dick still buried in her ass. We stayed like that for a minute or two, trying to catch our breath.

Then she looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Baby, I think you can take your dick out of my ass now.”

I slipped out of her and lay down next to her, taking her in my arms.

“I’ve never felt anything like that. It was so intense and I was so full . . . and oh so dirty. Thank you for taking my anal cherry.”

I thought, ‘She is thanking me for butt-fucking her.’ I replied, “No problem sweetie. The pleasure was all mine. Wake me when you get up for work.”

“Oh no sweetie, you’re not sleeping here tonight. You’ll just want to fuck me again in the morning and I’ll be too sore. I’m going to have a rough time walking tomorrow as it is. You need to go home.”

I was crestfallen. I wanted to stay with that woman, forever. I think she sensed my disappointment.

“Sweetie, what we had tonight was beautiful and intense and wonderful and I want to see more of you. But, you’ve just gotten divorced and need to be out on the market for a while. You need to experience other women. We’ll continue to see each other, but we can’t be exclusive. We need to take this slow.”

I heard and understood everything she had said. She was right. Then I completely forgot what she said and asked, “How about dinner tomorrow night?” She laughed and said, “No, I’m sorry, but I have a date tomorrow night.”

I was bummed, but understood. I held her face in my hands, gave her a kiss, got up and went to the bathroom to clean up a little. When I returned and started to get dressed, I noticed her lying there, looking at me and smiling that wonderful smile of hers. I leaned over and kissed her one last time and walked out of her bedroom.

As I was walking away, I said, “I’ll lock up behind me.”


“You know I’m going to be calling you, a lot.”

“I know.”

Although I didn’t sleep long enough, when I woke up I felt great. I was invigorated. I got ready for work and headed down to Diane’s office building. I drove around the neighborhood until I spotted a florist and had a dozen long-stemmed roses sent to her office with a card that simply said, “WOW.”

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