Millicent

Then she was convulsing on the bed as she screamed, "Fuck! Fuck! Fucking hell Martin I`m cuuuuuuuuming!"

Her eyes were squeezed shut due to her own orgasm when she heard him moan a long, "Yeeeeees!" Squinting at the screen she could see a fountain of white, slimy come burst from his cock and then smother his now static hand. He was lying back on the bed so she couldn`t see his face, but his chest was moving rapidly up and down.

After a minute or so he raised himself up onto his elbows. He was smiling at her, the come dripping from his hand onto the red bedspread, "That was fun!" He giggled like a schoolgirl.

She was laughing now as she replied, "Yes it was, but still no substitute for having you inside me. Hurry home please......... I have a lot of plans!"

"Night my beautiful one," then he reached forward and broke the connection.

Millicent switched off the computer and then went to take a long, cold shower. "What the fuck had just happened. She had just had computer sex with her husband." She laughed out loud when she added in her mind, "Her usually sexually boring husband had just had a wank while watching her use a vibrator. Wonders will never cease."

This time she had no problem sleeping as she pulled the thin sheet over her body. It was late when she woke the next morning, and the sun was streaming through the bedroom window. Her mind was a turmoil as she made herself breakfast. She felt invigorated by having long distance sex with her husband.

She dressed, and made her way to her shop. Margret the manager was behind the counter packing a dress into a bag for another satisfied customer. The day flew by as Millicent and Margret reviewed the weeks takings and picked out new items to buy for the Winter collection. Millicent also served the customers while Margret took an extended lunch. Her husband was sick at home, so she wanted to check on him.

Before she knew it Margret was turning the shield on the door to closed. It was nearly six forty-five before Millicent parked in her spot in the underground garage.

Climbing the stairs she heard her mobile buzzing in her handbag. Pulling it out as she reached her front door she had to smile when she read Martin`s WhatsApp message, "Want to Skype later xx" then followed by a heart and a smiley emoji.

Opening the door and depositing her bag and keys she walked through to the kitchen before typing, "What time? Just got home from shop. Need shower, food and G&T. Not necessarily in that order LOL x." She thought for a second and then typed a second message, "I need to do all of that before I have wild and naughty computer sex with my sexy, virile stud of a husband. Any requests? Xxxxxx"

"Sounds just what the Doctor ordered. Shall we say nine your time? xx"

"Perfect!"

Millicent did as she had told Martin. A large gin and tonic and a frozen lasagne from the freezer was eaten on the terrace as the sun dipped lower. It was past eight when she stood in the shower and soaped her body to clean off the dirt of the working day.

Returning to the bedroom she delved through her lingerie drawer to give him something nice to look at while he wanked over his wife. Discovering the black corset she had worn when he took her doggy style in the office, she figured that would be good enough for this evening. She was just checking the seams on her stockings were straight when the lap top announced an incoming skype call from, "The Husband!"

Millicent activated the screen with the camera facing the empty bedroom. She definitely didn`t want to be standing there in a corset and stockings if he was calling from a boardroom surrounded by his staff. Luckily he was in the same position as last night as he fisted an already impressive erection.

Millicent sat on the bed and swung the computer so he could see her and in a sultry voice asked, "Does Master like what he sees?"

Martin gave a short laugh, "Yes he does. Very much so, a fact that is obvious as you can see from Little Masters reaction." With that he waved his stiff penis at the screen.

Continuing to play the game Millicent batted her eye lids at the screen, "What does Master require me to do this evening to help Master with his frustration?"

Martin propped himself up on a pillow and said in an acting stern voice. "Go and stand in front of the bed with your back to me." Millicent moved as directed. "Open your legs and bend over. Pull your panties to one side. Rub your clitoris with your fingers." Millicent followed his every directive. She could feel the slimy wetness of her arousal as her fingers delved between the folds of her pussy.

"Take off your panties. Pull your buttocks wide apart so I can see your anus. That`s it. Now spit on a finger and push it into your bottom. Keep playing with your clitoris with the other hand."

Millicent groaned, Aaaaaargh!" as her spit lubricated finger pushed past the strong muscles around the puckered entrance to her rectum. This was met by a rather loud, "Oh God!" from the computer.

"Keep doing that. Please don`t stop. Oh my God. Yes. I`m nearly there!" Then a moan come groan as Martin came all over his hand for a second night running.

Millicent had to increase the tempo of her fingers on her clit, but then a minute or so after him she too exploded in orgasm, her knees nearly buckling at the intensity of the sensations crashing through her body.

She turned and sat on the bed. Her heart making somersaults as she saw the broad smile on her husband`s handsome face. "That was fantastic darling," he said and blew her a kiss.

"Same time tomorrow Master?" she answered with a grin.

"Cannot unfortunately," her face fell before he finished, "As I will be at the airport waiting to catch a flight back to my sexy, frustrated, but very hot wife!"

His laugh filled the room as Millicent pulled the cups down on the corset and rubbed her breasts across the small camera in the lap top. She blushed crimson as he laughed, "I just took a screenshot. I think my colleagues will like my new computer wallpaper!"

"You didn`t?" she gasped.

"See you tomorrow!" he said before disconnecting without answering his question.

Millicent was so happy as she sauntered through the apartment and out onto the terrace she didn`t realise that she was still just wearing the corset and stockings, her panties still on the bedroom floor. She sat on the lounger in the dusk and thought, "At least I know what gets his engine running. He likes to watch me masturbate, and, more surprisingly, he has a small anal fixation. At last he and Sam have something in common." Her mind began to wander back to the past.

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It was their fourth visit to the cottage when she went further than she had ever gone with another man. She had paired off with Fabio and after sucking him to a very quick orgasm he had gone down on her for about ten minutes until his hardness returned. His olive skin gleamed with sweat as he hoisted her by her hips until she was on all fours. Then he had pulled her arse cheeks wide apart and let a thin trickle of saliva dribble from his mouth onto her small, puckered hole.

Millicent had flinched as he used his index finger to push the spit into her rear entry. She had tried to resist, wiggling and squirming, but then she had seen Sam sitting in one of the armchairs watching her. He gave her a subtle nod and she immediately relaxed. Millicent stared at her husband as she felt Fabio line his cock up and push. The pain was terrible as he entered her, but her eyes were fixed on her husbands. Sam was now running his hand up and down a large erection as he smiled at his wife being anally penetrated by the owner of the local Italian.

Once her muscles had become accustomed to the strange impalement she actually started to enjoy it. Fabio wasn`t that large, and after all she had had Sam`s nine-inch monster up there. Her eyes never left Sam`s as she pushed back against every thrust of the swarthy restaurant owner. Thankfully he didn`t last long before she felt the weird feeling of his spunk filling her rectum.

When Fabio left her to find his next partner Sam had beckoned her to him and she had blown him until he came a few minutes later in her mouth.

When they got home that evening Sam had begged her, then when she refused, ordered her to let him fuck her in the arse. She acquiesced only when his face turned red, and he was obviously truly angry. He took her roughly, and it still hurt days later. This was the last time she ever had anal sex with Sam, even though he pleaded with her on many occasions. "Hopefully he is splitting Fiona`s arse wide open with his huge dick now," she said to herself with a sad grin.

The masturbation fetish was not connected to the club. This happened on a trip to London. They had messed about all day, been to a few pubs and eventually found themselves somewhere behind Kings Cross station. The area was truly awful with strip clubs and topless bars. As she had had more than enough to drink she allowed Sam to talk her into going inside a XXXXX cinema. Entering the gloomy auditorium she saw she was the only woman present. They took a seat and looked at the screen that was showing two men and a woman together in close up.

Millicent had looked around her and saw that many of the patrons were openly masturbating. There were even little tissue dispensers next to the seats. She had looked at him disgustedly as a grinning Sam started to masturbate next to her, then he had whispered in her ear, "You can do it to. I would find that really hot!"

She ignored him for the next five minutes, but then he had grabbed her hand, forcibly pushing it under her short skirt. To keep him happy and because no one could see her she complied with his wishes and masturbated in that dirty cinema in Kings Cross. She even managed an unsatisfactory orgasm much to her surprise. Sam had watched her the whole time, and only come himself when she had climaxed. He had used a wad of tissues to collect his come, and this he threw on the floor as they left the auditorium.

On the late train back home that evening he had made her masturbate to orgasm once more, her teeth biting her cheek to stop her crying out so the other two passengers in the deserted carriage wouldn`t know what she had done.

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It was there, sitting in the dusk dressed in just a corset and stockings that Millicent had an epiphany. She liked it when her man told her what to do. Not forced her, just instructed her. She realised then that Sam had controlled everything in their sex life. He had done it subtly, and only now was she realising that it had been him who suggested the camera. Sam had instigated their membership of the club. Sam had controlled many of the liaisons she had taken part in there.

Martin on the other hand had catered to her every whim. He was a kind, caring husband with a remarkably powerful job. Millicent had made him weak in her opinion. The last two nights he had been forceful and told her what he wanted. She had responded, and he had been much more sexually active, and of course fulfilled. She now knew in her heart of hearts what she had to do to please her husband, and by extension improve her own sex life. She couldn`t wait to get started, and that would happen tomorrow, but now it was time for bed, as she was hoping she wouldn`t get much sleep once Martin returned. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Chapter 6

Martin called her from the airport. "Just landed. I will be there in about ninety minutes. Love you!"

Starting to play her game Millicent just answered, "Yes Master!" before switching off the phone.

She was giggling at her act when she got a WhatsApp, "Are you OK?"

Laughing even more she typed, "Yes Master. I am here waiting to serve you!"

She heard nothing more from him until she heard the door open, and he called out, "Millicent are you home?"

She heard his suitcase hit the floor in the hallway as she replied, "Bedroom Master!"

His face was a picture as he walked through the door into the bedroom. Millicent was on her knees before the bed. She was dressed in just a garter belt with smoky grey stockings. Her breasts were bare, and through one of her pink, erect nipples was a small ring. She had done the piercing that morning, and she was still in agony she silently admitted to herself as he strode into the room.

"What are you doing Millicent?" he asked, his voice full of incredulity at what he had arrived home to.

"My name is yours to give Master. Millicent is away for the evening. What do you require of your pleasure slave Master?"

He chuckled now, as he began to understand the game. He played his part admirably as he told her, "I`m going to shower. I want you to use your vibrator until I return. I want your pussy good and wet when I fuck you!"

He walked into the bathroom and Millicent retrieved the vibrator from the drawer. Wet he was definitely going to get; she was already dripping. She heard the shower start as she lazily ran the tip of her toy up and down the length of her slit.

Ten minutes later the bathroom door opened and Martin walked out with a towel wrapped around his midriff. Millicent gave him a small grin when she noticed the large bulge in the towel. He was definitely enjoying the game.

He sat in one of the armchairs that they had and said, "Please continue until I tell you to stop."

Millicent lay back on the floor and spread her legs wide so that he had a good view as she moved the buzzing sex aid up and down, and then between her slick pussy lips.

Martin was clearly aroused, his skin flushed from his chest to his cheeks. The bulge became more pronounced and his voice turned husky as he told her, "Just your clitoris. Push it hard against your clitoris!"

Millicent had her eyes screwed shut as she concentrated hard on delaying her orgasm. She felt, rather than heard, as he moved from the chair and knelt between her legs. She moved the vibrator from her clit and looked through her knees at him. He glared at her, "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No Master!" she was nearly panting with desire now, and replacing the buzzing plastic on her sensitive clit did nothing to alleviate that.

"Slide it inside," he commanded.

As the plastic eased between her labia and into the slippery tunnel of her vagina she felt his warm breath on her sex, as his face was now as close to the action as it could get without him becoming directly involved."Slower," he commanded.

She was so close. Her knees were shaking and her chest was tight, but she managed to stammer, "Yes........Master!

As she reduced the speed of her penetrations to extra slow she felt him blowing air across her clit. It was too much, her whole body convulsed as her back arched from the carpet and her skin was covered in goose bumps that felt so sensitive. Her orgasm was followed seconds later by her second as his lips closed around her protruding clit and sucked it viciously, nipping at it with his perfect, white teeth. "Oh Fucking, fucking hell Master. That feels so fucking, fucking good. Suck my clit Master. Make your slave scream as she comes for you. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

His lips let her slip from them, "On your knees slave!" was given as a command not to be ignored.

Millicent moved unsteadily until she was on her knees as he stood before her. Pulling the towel away from his body and throwing it aggressively into a corner his erection sprung upwards. Small pearls of pre-come oozing from the tip, "Now pleasure me slave, and it better be good or I will have to spank your gorgeous arse!"

They were both smiling now as the game progressed, but Millicent was not going to give up her part. Her mouth engulfed him. Her tongue wiped the salty drops from the small slit at the tip. Her hands rose to massage his balls as she took him as deep as possible. She felt her throat bulge slightly as his stiffness entered. Letting him nearly slide free of her lips before she suctioned his spongy, purple head and her finger nails ran gingerly along his deeply veined shaft.

There was a small groan from Martin, and he panted urgently, "On... your..... tits! Spray your tits," and Millicent pointed his cock at her tits just in time to receive his copious load. He jerked five, six and then seven times. Each jerk of his body resulting in a rope of come splashing onto her breasts. She looked down at her breasts, barely able to contain her giggles. One large dollop of his goo was stuck to her brand-new piercing, and it began to dribble slowly downwards towards her tummy.

Martin was smiling down at her as she stared up at him with wide, loving eyes. They both burst out laughing as she asked, "Lasagne or Cannelloni for dinner?"

"Lasagne please, and then maybe you could tell me about that new intriguing addition to your nipple!"

THE END