Modern Voodoo

'Maybe thirty minutes,' I said.

She smiled, happy with that answer. Then, she ran her thumb along the end of Baloo's head, and I instantly felt it. That same rush went through me as I lay back on the bed, my own cock hardening despite cumming so recently - and twice already today in total. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cum three times in one day.

'Fuck, that's hot,' Lanie said as she watched me, her hand stroking the cock as I sighed, enjoying the sensations. 'You like that baby?'

I nodded. 'Fuck yes.'

'Okay - how about this?'

And, without another word, I watched as Lanie brough the dildo up to her mouth, tongue-out, before giving it the nastiest blowjob she was capable of. I felt her lips slathering me in spittle, the sensations real enough that, when I shut my eyes, I could swear she was between my legs servicing me in ways more slutty and desperate than I'd ever gotten from her.

All the while, she fucked herself with the dildo, her lips translating her slutty blowjob into what I could only imagine was mind-blowing sex. From the sounds she made - the moans, choked whimpers and half-swallowed begs for more - I could tell she was getting close again.

We weren't even touching, and yet we were fucking eachother with more passion than we'd shared in months.

'God, the things I'm going to do to you with this stuff,' I moaned.

'Yeah?' she asked between sloppy bobs of her head, before quickly returning to slobbering over the dildo like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

'Yeah,' I moaned, groaning like an idiot as I rolled around in our bed, thrusting into nothing as my cock was milked. 'Fuck, yes - baby, I'm gonna cum again.'

'So soon?' she mewled between slurping kisses and licks.

'You're so good to me, baby,' I moaned. 'Shit - yes, make me cum again.'

'Cum in my pussy baby,' she moaned. 'In my pussy, and down my throat, and all over me.' As she said this, she rolled towards me, dildo hilted down her throat as we both moaned and grunted through the pleasure, hanging her tits over me. With an evil glint in her eye, she began to drag her tits across me, giving me the softest tit-job of my life; gravity held her against me, her sweet breasts adding to the cacophony of sensations I was feelin, before it all became too much.

I came, my cock exploding for the third time today; my spray coated Lanie' chest, as she panted and sighed over me. My cum covered her tits in thick white, and she sat back to allow it to drip down her cleavage.

It was... not just seductive. It was slutty.

Something about this whole situation had made not only me, but both of us much more... virile.

I loved it.

Then, as Lanie put the dildo to her mouth again, moaning around the tip, I felt her mouth at my limp cock's head, and whimpered as she hilted me yet again, looking for another round.

* * *

Saturday mornings were usually slow, filled with sunlit curtains and coffee. A sleepy kiss and a switched-off alarm. A tumble of limbs and bedsheets.

We had all of that, of course... but I also woke up with a giddy sort of excitement in my belly. A dream followed me into the waking world, half-forgotten and fleeting, but leaving a very strong vibe in my head.

Today was going to be a good, sexy day.

'Hey,' Lanie mumbled as I shifted, her hair on my chest as her head moved on my shoulder, looking up at me with the most sensual eyes I'd seen on her in years.

'Hi,' I said, kissing her.

She let out a sigh, before pulling back. 'God, I almost... for a second, I expected to... feel that.'

'Yeah?' I asked, a smile crawling onto my face. 'That stuff is pretty... impressive.'

Lanie nodded, her hand trailing across my chest beneath the covers. 'I haven't felt that close to you in years.'

I let out a soft laugh. 'We weren't even touching for some of it.'

'I know,' she said. 'Maybe that's why... like, we were being even more intimate than touch. We were feeling each other.'

'Feeling eachother would be something else entirely,' I said, my dream swimming around my head, half-gone completely. The part I could remember, however, was... inspired.

Lanie seemed to be able to tell I was on to something, as she rolled to face me. Her lips were inches from mine, and her naked breasts brushed over my chest as she lay on me, a glint of mischief in her eye.

'Oh? What does that mean?'

I shrugged.

'No,' she said, not letting me get away. 'No - you have an idea, don't you.'

'Maybe,' I said, with another shrug. 'But it involves buying something.'

Her eyebrow twitched. 'Try me,' she said.

I took a breath. 'A strap-on.'

At that, she reared up, a shocked look on her face. Then, the shock fell into a smile, her eyes dark and her lips looking very fuckable as her mouth hung open. I could see, despite the warmth of the bed, that as she sat up her nipples were hard, and if I wasn't mistaken I could even feel her wetness against my leg.

'Who are you?' she asked. Again, I shrugged. 'So... that's not the whole idea, though, right?'

'No,' I admitted. 'The whole idea would be... God, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud.'

She leant forward and kissed me, surprising me. 'Tell me, baby,' she whispered. 'Tell me what you want, and I'll do it for you.'

'Who are you?' I challenged right back, before she smiled and kissed me again, eyes closed and her skin warm against mine. 'I, uh... I was thinking that you would use mix my cum into the cream, and put it on the strap-on.'

'Yeah?' she asked, a slight shudder in her voice that told me I was already ticking her boxes.

'Then, we use more, mixing your... juice in there, and then put it... on me.'

She looked at me, obviously wanting me to say it. 'On you? Where?'

I sighed, and smiled. 'On my arsehole.'

She bit her lip, and slid over me, her body now atop mine; I could feel her wet pussy slip against my hard cock, but we weren't fucking yet - it was just... connection. 'Yeah?'

I nodded. 'So that, when you... fucked me, we would both feel it the other way, too. I'd get fucked by the strap-on, but I'd feel an rasehole on my cock; you would be fucking me, but you'd feel my cock in your pussy.'

She pushed against me, her slick cunt rubbing against my length, grunting softly as she moved. 'Fuck, it's like a flow-chart of weird sex,' she said, a soft laugh in her tone. She raised up, letting her slick folds slip against the head of my cock, her head resting against mine.

'Maybe we need to go back to basics first,' I said, my hands finding her hips. She nodded as her deft fingers found my cock, holding me steady as I lowered her form down onto me.

'Ohhhhh,' she moaned as she sank onto me, her wet pussy inviting and warm. She settled onto me, her body resting against mine as she slowly, lazily rode me, our foreheads together as we panted and moaned. Hands explored bodies in ways we hadn't done in months - years, even.

The magic was back.

'I've missed you,' I told her, barely a whisper in her ear as she rode me, and I felt her squeeze me - both with her arms and legs, but her muscles, too. It was a full-body, sensual hug, and I replied by wrapping my arms around her, kissing her neck as she rolled her hips, fucking me at her own pace.

'I don't know why I ever... ignored you,' she said. 'You're perfect, and I love you so much.'

She lifted up, eyes fluttering closed, and I got the most amazing view of her tits as she slowly fucked me, enjoying the sensation of our skin rubbing against each other. The intimacy felt like a rest after the passion-infused fucking yesterday. It felt like we were back to being in love.

'Tell me about her,' I said.

Her eyes popped open, and she looked down at me. 'I don't...'

'If you share it with me,' I said, holding her hips and pressing up into her., 'it stops being a secret. And besides - the idea of my wife getting off thinking about being fucked by a woman? That's hot,' baby.'

'Yeah?' she asked, clearly unsure.

I nodded, speeding up just a little, before holding off again. 'Tell me,' I said. As I fucked her. 'Tell me about Annie.'

'Ahh,' she moaned as she held onto me, leaning forwards again. 'She's... a project-leader, fuck, and we've been friends for-'

'No,' I said, stopping my motions. She moaned in complaint, and pouted at me. 'Tell me what you liked about her, and I'll start fucking you again.'

'Fuck,' she hissed, and while I could tell there was an air of annoyance in her eyes, there was also a severe passion building. She liked this more than she wanted to.

'I... god, this is gonna sound so bad.'

'Tell me,' I said.

'I liked the look of her.' In reward, I shifted my hips. Lanie let out a soft oooh, and kept going. 'She's a redhead, and she's got this smile that I know means she's into me...'

'Yeah?' I asked.

Lanie nodded. 'Yeah - she asked me round once, but I said no.'

'Tell me what you would have done, if you'd gone.' I was letting her hump me again by this point, and I could feel her conflicted emotions starting to melt away under her building lust.

'I would have... I would have let her eat me,' she said, quickly.

'Let her?'

Lanie nodded. 'In my head - I don't know for real - but in my head, she's real dominant. She would make me lie back in her bed, and - fuck, baby - she'd torture me for hours with her tongue.'

'You wanna be teased, huh?'

She nodded onto my chest, hiding her face as she rode me, panting, speeding up as the scene played out in her mind. 'In my head, she would tie me down, so I couldn't do anything while she fucked me... and, and then...'

'Tell me,' I said.

'And then, she'd hand me the cock, and tell me to fuck her. Testing me. It was, in my head, a test between her and you, seeing if I would choose to fuck her.'

'And?'

'And I did it,' she said, almost moaning the words. I held her hips, bucked up into her, and rolled so she was under me. She yelped, but once she was on her back, hair splayed out on the pillows, and looking up at me, I could see it in her eyes - she was really turned on by that idea.

'You fucked her?' I asked, playing into the fantasy.

Lanie nodded. 'I strapped her, baby - fuck - I made her cum for my cock. Fuck, baby, keep doing that!'

I was doing long, full strokes now, enjoying her wet pussy for all it was worth. I leant down and kissed her, and she wrapped her arms around me like she never wanted to ever let me go.

'Just a fantasy,' she murmured as I reamed out her wet slit. 'Never - fuck - I never actually - Oh, GOD, baby like that!'

Her legs were up at my sides, open and pulling up the duvet around us. I hooked my arms beneath my knees, and leant forwards, folding her over as I fucked down into her, each thrust making the bed squeak, and making her moan.

'Shit, yes baby fuck me like that!'

'Like you wanted to fuck her?' I asked, smirking - but Lanie was too far gone to even recognise the teasing; she was just into it.

'Yessss, baby fuck meee!'

She came in a rumble of moans and shudders, her legs wrapping and locking at the ankles behind my shoulders; her hands gripped me hard enough to bruise, and while her mouth fell open, no sound came out - it was just a strangled groan that fell into heavy breathing once it passed.

Aftershocks ruptured through her, as I held her, my cock still deep inside her - and as I started to roll my hips again, she looked up at me.

'What was that?' she asked.

I shrugged. 'Clearly you had something in you you needed to get out. I'm not here to suppress you, my love. And if you telling me your secret desires makes you cum like that, then I don't think this'll be the last time.'

She blushed, breathing heavily, and I sat up to stretch as we relaxed.

Lanie, sitting up and kissing me with a burst of energy, pushed me back to slip out from under me.

'Get some coffee going,' she said with a smile on her face. 'I'm jumping in the shower before I head out.'

I frowned. 'Head out?'

She grabbed a towel off a small pile of clean laundry, turned and looked at me over her shoulder. Fuck, her arse looked amazing in the low light of the morning.

'Yeah,' she said, smiling. 'To buy you that strap-on.'

And then she dipped out of the room, leaving me confused, aroused, and without having finished.

'Fuck,' I whispered to myself.

* * *

It was late afternoon by the time we'd worked up the courage. And had a gin. Or two. Each.

'You ready for this?' Lanie said, facing me from the other side of our bed. Between us, unpacked and strewn across the bedsheets, was the strap-on. It was black - tasteful. Next to it sat the tub of Modern Voodoo-branded cream; the stuff that had completely changed our relationship overnight.

'I think so,' I said. 'Are you?'

She nodded. 'This is going to be... so strange.'

'I agree,' I said. 'And - in case it's not obvious - be, you know, gentle?'

She smirked. 'Of course, baby.'

'Because you might get carried away.'

'I'll be careful,' she said again.

'And hurt me.'

She sighed. 'If you don't want to-'

'No!' I said, jumping in. 'I do. I do.'

She smiled, and I smiled too. 'Good. So - let's get you lubed up.'

'Fuck,' I sighed, and got on the bed. 'Remember the flow-chart?' I asked, looking at her as she grabbed the tub and popped the top off.

'Absolutely,' she said, before dipping her fingers into her panties; she'd gotten herself a pair of brand-new black lingerie while she was out, so she looked like a wet dream as she fingered herself. Once she'd gotten enough of her juices onto her fingers, she slid them into the cream.

'Bend over,' she said.

I was thoroughly washed and soaped and prepped - through a system Lanie had shown me she'd perfected when she discovered how much she enjoyed anal sex in college. It was a little bit of a hassle, but it meant less clean-up later. Plus, it was always sexy to feel like you'd spent half your day preparing to be fucked.

I shed the dressing gown I was wearing, letting it fall around me. Lanie's eyes drank me in, which wasn't unusual - though her eyes seemed more predatory than was typical. I did as she asked, getting on my hands and knees on the bed spread, facing her. She bent down, hands on my cheeks, and gave me a long, passionate kiss that had me quickly hard. She pulled back, her eyes fluttering open, she smiled at me.

'You ready, baby?'

I nodded. 'Fuck yeah.'

The cream, now mixed thoroughly with her juices, came out on her fingers in thick whitish globs. With a smile, she rounded me, kneeling up on the bed, as I felt her dry hand press against my butt.

It was... a little uncomfortable, to be honest. An unfamiliar sensation, easily. But, as her fingertips began to work the cream onto my backdoor, I couldn't help but sigh softly.

'You like it?' she asked, sweet as honey.

'Yeah,' I answered.

Her finger, slippery and thin, slipped into me - just the tip, but it was enough to get me to tense up quickly.

'Oops,' she smiled. 'Lets try that again.' She did it again, a little slower this time. Her finger slid into me, gliding with the help from the lube-like cream, only going a knuckle or so deep. She slipped out, then in again, softly fucking me with her digit.

It wasn't until I heard her sigh out a moan that I realised what was happening.

'You feel that?' I asked, my voice a little airy.

'Mh-hm,' she hummed. I sat forwards, and her finger slipped out of me. 'Hey!'

'My turn,' I said, grabbing the strap-on and holding it up to her. She took it, and passed me the tub. Inside, the cream was back to being that cream-coloured fluid, and I took a drizzle of my leaking pre-cum and swirled it in.

Once Lanie had the strap-on attached to her, and we were kneeling opposite each other, something became obvious.

Now, I was by no means small - my six-ish inches tended to serve me just fine, and I'd had zero complaints in my time. But, as we faced each other, my cock sprouting forwards, and her silicone cock doing the same back, it became obvious that she'd gotten one that was at least an inch longer, and possibly a little thicker than me.

It was... kinda hot, to be honest. I didn't see myself as bisexual, by any means, but the idea of my wife pegging me with a bigger cock than myself... there was just something about it that got my heart racing.

So, without another word, I applied the lube to her larger, pitch-black strap-on cock, slathering it's length and tip in the cream until it turned clear.

And, then, I could feel it. My own hand stroking her cock sent shivers up my spine as I felt the effects of it - I could feel my own palm sliding across the length, stroking it like it was my own.

'Shit,' I said, as reality started to hit home of what was about to happen.

'Right?' she said, with a bit of a nervous laugh poking through. After all, she was about to feel a cock other than her husband's for the first time in years.

And I was about to feel my first cock inside me ever.

'I think that's good,' she said, and I pulled my hand away. Lanie shuffled on her knees towards me, and as we kissed I felt her silicone cock press into my hip, gliding against me; I could feel the sensation of it against my own head, even though my cock wasn't quite long enough to be touching anything. It was the strangest, most amazing thing.

'Ready?' she asked as our kiss parted, and I nodded.

Then, with too many butterflies in my stomach to count, I turned on my knees until I was facing away from her. Lanie's hands ran up and down my back, both soothing and tickling me, as I leant forwards.

'Fuck,' she sighed, clearly enjoying herself.

'If you must,' I joked. Fuck, the nerves were getting to me.

'Just relax, baby,' she cooed. 'I'm gonna... warm you up, first. It's only fair.' Then, her hands slapped against each of my cheeks, and she pushed them apart. The next thing I knew, I could feel her breath on me as she settled behind me. 'Just... relax...'

As her tongue slid against me, I couldn't help but moan - as did she. I realised, with a smile, that she was feeling whatever she did to me, so this was likely as much for her own enjoyment as it was for mine.

It was... new. But, as sh elapsed and licked, I couldn't help but see the appeal - it was nice. A different kind of nice than having your cock sucked - less immediate. Plus, with how much Lanie was moaning the entire time, her eagerness and passion building as she effectively ate herself out using me as a middle-man, it was hard not to get into it.

Her tongue slipped into me, and as me and Lanie shared a moan, she took it as the sign to progress.

So, her finger slipped back into me. Then, seeing as that was comfortable, it was two. Again, we shared moans - arguably hers louder than mine - until her digits hit a certain spot inside me. Then, I whimpered, and my legs shook, and I knew she'd done to me what I'd hoped she had - she'd hit the prostate.

'Fucking hell,' Lanie breathed. 'It's time. I need to be fucked.'

I looked over my shoulder as she reared up, slapping her silicone cock against my ass. It was surreal for me - feeling like an asscheeck was slapping against my immobile cock beneath me.

'Me too,' I said with a smile.

Then, she lined us up, and pushed.

'Fuuuuuuck,' I groaned as she sank into me; I could feel her cock splitting me open, stretching my hole in a way that, with the lube, didn't hurt, but was certainly bigger than anything else I'd felt there; at the same time, though, I could feel the head of my cock press into a lubed up arsehole, and push in - slowly, slowly - until it gave way.