1. Sisterhood of Sin -- 14 -- The Courage Jars


    Date: 11/22/2014, Categories: Anal, Author: LastWife, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    "Get naked now, you naughty boy!" My husband is already hard by the time he's finished undressing. I remain dressed in my business suit, but I made a point of letting him see that I was removing my panties as he came into the bedroom after coming home from work, and I deliberately wore sexy red panties to work that day. "Over here. Hands on your knees." I like this position, me standing over him as he bends and waits for it. I land the single hard smack on the opposite ass cheek from the last time I gave him one of the spanks that I owed him. "Sixteen!", he shouts. My hand stings a lot, but I think the pain helps to wake up my pussy. Seeing the bright pink hand print form on his white ass sure does. But this was the last spank that I owed him. Our weekday sex has gotten much better since I discovered this method of arousing us both, and since we knew this day would come, Dan had already lined up a replacement plan. He called it 'A Spank for a Spank'. Since I like to play the submissive role, too, we will alternate. Since I added one to the spanks he originally agreed to, he now owes me one, and he will order me to get naked while he stays clothed. He'll probably order me over his knee. And then will come the best part. "Lick my cunt, slave." I sit in the straight-backed chair and spread my legs. As Dan fulfills my command, my hands roam into my blouse and pleasure my stiff nipples. I've become less reticent about coaching him as he licks me. "Down the hole. Now up. Faster. ...
    That's a good boy. Harder." I come as I hold his head against my crotch, smearing his face with the evidence of my lust." I'm ready to please him now. "Take me. I'm yours." He impales me on his hard cock and shows off his strength, lifting me out of the chair and carrying me to the bed. Sometimes he orders me to ride him cowgirl style, but tonight it's missionary. I come again as he pummels me and then he comes, painting me white on the inside. He withdraws and I feel the wetness ooze into my ass crack and then down onto my half slip. Suddenly I smell the Chinese takeout that he brought home and I'm ravenous. "Let's eat." I've told the tales about Dan, Celine, and Maritha, and the one night when their time together did so much to shape their futures apart, because the French Canadian Roman Catholic culture they sprang from, the culture I share with them, is both a culture of shame and a culture of interconnection. Family matters. Celine's comment about being owned and disowned was spot on. I emotionally disowned Dan after the second infidelity, even though we had the open marriage re-nup giving him permission for it. I've felt that loss since then. At times it hasn't been so bad. At other times it has been like a fresh open wound. We make a great team as co-habitators, but our sex life tends toward routine if I let it. Pretending that I own him long enough to drive us both wild with desire hasn't failed us yet. And now I will be letting him pretend to own me. I think that I ...
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