The Cottage Ch. 03

Chris, came back down the stairs with two decks of playing cards, Monopoly, Phase 10, and Trivial Pursuit. Well, at least we had games to play. We played Rummy for the rest of the morning, till I got tired of loosing. Then we started on Trivial Pursuit. Instead of playing the normal way, we threw in a twist. Every time you answered a pie piece question wrong, you either took a shot of liquor or lost a piece of clothing.

By the time we finished our first game we were both a little tipsy, neither of us wanting to shed clothing, yet. The second game turned out a little different. Neither of us could handle many more shots, so clothing was going. By the time we were half-way through the game, I was only wearing my black lace bra and my socks. He was still wearing his shorts and underwear.

I got up from the table and went in search of another game I had bought at one of those adult parties. The game was an X-Rated version of Trivial Pursuit. These questions were almost as difficult. For example: "How many synonyms are there for penis?" The answer is 147. Not all that easy? I actually fared much better this time. By the time we finished the third game we both were drunk and horny...not always a good combination.

I went upstairs to find something to wear. I searched through the closet and found it. It was a mauve crotchless teddy with garter straps. The teddy nicely pushed my breasts up, accentuating their size, gently hugging my curves. I put on the white stockings from the other night and the same shoes. I put my black silk robe over everything, to make him guess what I was wearing. Back down the stairs I went.

He was sitting on the couch, I stood in front of him, asking him if he liked. I slowly untied the string on my robe, giving him a quick glimpse of what I had on. He went to pull on my robe, but I would not let him touch me. This was my show, not his.

I swung my leg up on to the arm of the couch, letting him get a glimpse of my crotch. I ran my finger over my pussy, letting his eyes feast on my wetness. I closed my legs and turned my back to him, thrusting my tight ass into his face, wiggling it. He reached out and slapped my right cheek.

I turned to him and said, "Naughty boys don't get any sweetness." He laughed at me, and slapped my ass again. He was turning me on even more. I swung my leg back up onto the couch cushion asking him, "What do you want your mistress to do?" He pulled me down towards his face, kissing me harshly.

"I want you to lick my cock, lick my balls, and then do it again, till I am clean. Then we will see what you are worthy of getting." With that, I started shaking my hips and pushing my breasts into his face, as I took his shorts off. His hard cock was bouncing up and down, anticipating the pleasure it was about to get. I licked him very rough and hard, he was surprised and gasped at the pressure I used.

"Is your mistress doing a good job?" I hissed. Not waiting for a reply I licked him hard and furious, only sucking him every seventh lick. I licked his balls delicately, I didn't want to hurt him, just make him want me more. After a few minutes I decided he was clean.

I stood back up saying, "I think you are very clean." We had taken separate showers that morning. I untied my robe and let it slide off of my shoulders and down to the floor, falling in a heap around my ankles. I pulled on my nipples, making them hard. He pulled me closer to him tracing the curves of my body. He spent more time tracing my garter down my stockings to my shoes. Nodding in approval of what he saw. I leaned down to his face and kissed him deeply. I put my tongue into his mouth with a vengeance.

He pushed me gently away saying, "I need you to lick me more. I think you missed a few spots."

Oh, yeah. I thought to myself. I grabbed his cock with my hands and shoved him in my mouth till my lips were firmly pressing against his base. I reached for his balls, and started tracing them with my long fingernails. I could feel his balls tightening as he was about to cum. I slowly and agonizingly let him fall out of my mouth, and started licking his delicious head, knowing this would actually slow the inevitable down. I licked him very slowly all over, down his shaft, around his balls and even onto his upper thighs.

Back up his shaft I spent a little more time letting him feel my tongue tickle at him then pressing hard on his shaft with my tongue, letting my fingernails scrape his skin. I let him feel ecstasy when I sucked him all the way back in me, once again pressing my lips hard on his base as I sucked with a fury. I felt him tighten and then released his hot sticky cum in my mouth. I kept sucking on him till I felt him grow hard again in my mouth, then stood back up.

He stood up and went upstairs. When he came back down he had the little purple bag. This time there was no discussion; I was still standing up as he put a blindfold on me. Then I felt two small straps being attached to my legs and one around my waist. A rubber nub about three inches long was gently inserted into my wet waiting crotch, and a little nub was placed against my clit. This was a new sensation.

As I was standing in front of him on the couch I felt it starting to vibrate. My g-spot and clit were simultaneously experiencing sensual bliss, and then it stopped, started again, and stopped, continuing till I was breathless. I was feeling an intense orgasm building. He turned it back on and I nearly fell to my knees as an intense wave of pleasure rolled over me.

He took my blindfold off saying, "If you can be a good girl I will give you more pleasure." With that he started to pull at my nipple and bit through the fabric covering me. His hands were massaging my ass cheeks, as he continued to arouse my nipples. He pulled the straps of my teddy down exposing my breasts. He gently took one nipple into his mouth while he turned the vibrator back on. The feeling was amazing. He pulled me to his mouth, kissing me hard and fast. I could feel him wanting more: exciting me was making him more excited.

He took the new toy off of me, and started to finger me, first with one, then two, then three fingers rhythmically plunging into me. I could hear the squishing noise he was making going in me faster and faster. Then he slowed down and added the fourth finger while his thumb rubbed my clit. I was in a state of euphoria, as he slowly pulled his fingers from me; no, I needed him to stay there just a few seconds longer.

He pulled me closer to him, playing with my nipples and tongued my clit while I was still standing. The sensation was good, but not enough. Pushing down on my shoulder I knelt in front of him licking his cock like a lollipop. Then I sucked him into my mouth, consuming all of him in me. I wanted him now!

I brought him over to the ottoman in front of the rocking chair. The cushion was soft and I wanted him. I straddled him, wrapping my legs around his waist. We rocked back and forth. I put my legs behind him on the floor, taking him in and out of me slowly. To change things a little, I leaned back placing my hands on the floor, arching my back letting him watch my pussy consume his cock. He could see our juices mixing together on him. He held my hips and thrust himself up into me, slowly at first, then picking up tempo with each stroke. He rubbed my clit with his thumb.

I was nearing climax as I panted to him, "Get off...with me...I...want to feel...you...c..." and before I could finish saying anything, we both reached orgasm together. That is what I loved about him—he could hold himself till I was ready. I would do the same thing for him if I wasn't multi-orgasmic. He pulled me up. We sat there for a few minutes letting our bodies come back down. We kissed as he gently rubbed my back. Through the last remaining pulses of my pussy, I could feel him starting to soften. We headed over to the couch.

After our latest lovemaking session, we started talking about our night at Café Aphrodite. If we were ever to go back which room would we decide to visit. The Voyeurism Room was not really our style. We did not feel comfortable being video taped, unless it was in our own house with our own video camera. There was the Swinging Room which, from what we understood, was a place for group sex and swapping partners. No, not at all interested it that kind of behavior. Some people enjoy it and it is fine for them, but not us, not right now. There was the Kama Sutra Room, again. Finally, the Renaissance Room: his only reservation was that period costumes were strongly suggested.

We sat and talked about what clothing of the period, for over an hour. I told him, picture Pirates of the Caribbean, now, picture me wearing a corset that pushes my cleavage up and almost out of a dress made of a silky material. I could see a sparkle in his eye, as his mind painted a very sensual picture. I finally told him that we were going shopping tomorrow for corsets and scarves, because we had reservations for Thursday night.

He did not object, but at the same time was not overly-thrilled by the idea. I had fun there and I wished there was a place like that closer to our home. Thinking that some internet searching might yield a similar club I found my laptop and started searching. Much to my dismay there was nothing, unless we wanted to go Moscow, Russia.

The phone rang, Chris answered it and I could tell by his tone, it was not good news. He came back into the kitchen. To tell me that Meghan and Rick were not going to be able to come up on Friday. Actually, I didn't think that was such a bad thing. Yes, I wanted their company but Rick was never told of Chris' idea. Friends are better left as friends. There was no need to strain a friendship over something that unnecessary.

Café Aphrodite suddenly sounded better to him.