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Subject: {ASSM} Keeping up with the Johsons, by Ed Rider (mf light D/s)
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Johnsons.txt
* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. As such, it
* contains situations that may be undesirable in real life. The primary
* intent of this text is to arouse the reader. If this makes you
* uncomfortable, or if you are 18 years of age or younger, please stop
* reading now.
Keeping up with the Johnsons
by Ed Rider
m.{mf, ds}
-Sunday-
That night, I was sitting in bed, on top of the covers, reading a
mystery novel. My wife, Ella, was off in the study working on something,
or maybe she was in the bathroom. When I was just about to close my book
and turn off the light, she came into the bedroom.
She was wearing her usual white nightie, and she came over and sat on
the bed with me. I looked at her. Her face was flushed, and could see her
nipples poking out under the flimsy cotton material that covered them. I
gave her a quizzical look.
"You know our neighbors, the Johnsons?" she asked. Sort of an odd
question, given the circumstances.
"Sure, a little," I replied.
The Johnsons were our next-door neighbors, a older married couple, maybe
in their late fourties. They had a grown-up son off at school somewhere.
I'd chat with Mr. Johnson occasionally, usually about sports.
Ella laid her hand on my thigh. "You know what?" she asked. "They like
to leave the blinds in their bedroom window open."
"Oh?" I didn't know where she was going with this. She was leaning
close to me and I slipped my arm around her.
"Yep... all the time... even when they fuck!"
I looked at her in disbelief. "You've been *spying* on the Johnsons?"
"Oh, it's not spying, honey." she laid a hand on my shoulder and started
kissing my cheek. "I think they like it better with the window uncovered."
Her licks and caresses and overall horny demeanor were beginning to get
to me. I grabbed her around the waist and we shared a long passionate
kiss.
She pulled away from me ever so slightly. Softly she said, "Guess what
I saw them doing..."
"Hm?"
She shifted her weight so that her warm body was more pressed against
me. I could feel her soft breasts against my arm. She whispered, "Mrs.
Johnson was sitting in a chair, and Mr. Johnson was lying across her lap,
naked. She was *spanking* him!"
She crawled over me so that she was straddling my legs. Her sex was
warm. I kissed her again and tried to imagine her sitting there in her
nightie, watching out the window. Tried to imagine our normal neighbors
playing sex games. Ella squirmed out of her nightie and went down on me.
She got me out of my pajamas and we made love on the bed. She came very
quickly.
-Monday-
It was a long day at the office on Monday. I had lots of work to do,
and worse yet, it seemed like I was distracted. By the time I got out off
work, I was feeling really tired, like I just wanted to put one foot in
front of the other.
I got home and went upstairs to get out of my stiff clothes. When I got
up to the bedroom, Ella was waiting for me up there. She was wearing one
of her business suits, a beige jacket and skirt that was very short.
"Hey El." I came in and untangled my tie, tossing it on the bed.
"Hi honey." She was just sitting there in a chair just inside the door.
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and got out of my pants. Much better.
Ella said, "Once you get out of those clothes, lie down over my lap."
I didn't say anything, just slipped out of my shirt. I think I was
shocked more than anything. In my boxers and a t-shirt, I still felt
naked. Instead of putting on some comfortable clothes, I slipped off my
shorts and got completely naked. I was starting to get hard. I went over
to Ella and slowly knelt down, draping myself over her knees.
She gave me thirty hard spanks with her bare hand. She said that Mr.
Johnson usually gets fifty. That night we made love again, for a long
time. We don't normally do that.
-Thursday-
The week went on fairly drably after that. I wondered if Ella was
going to spank me more. I wondered if I wanted her to. As I ate my lunch,
I thought about calling her up. Was she as horny as I was? My hand
strayed toward the phone several times, but I never called.
Over dinner, I could see a light in her eyes. I reached out my leg
under the table and rubbed up against hers, and her eyes went wide for a
minute.
"Please pass the peas," she said. I did, and I went back to just eating
my meal.
When we were done eating, she said, "I got to see the Johnsons again
today."
I cleared the dishes off the table, and took them into the kitchen.
Ella followed me and leaned up against the doorway as I ran water over the
plates.
"He likes his hands tied behind his back," she told me matter-of-factly.
"They do it in all kinds of positions with him tied up."
She left the kitchen and I started to do the dishes. My cock was
getting hard from the mental images she had given me. With great effort, I
willed my mind to other places and my blood cooled down. Ella just sat in
the living room, flipping through a magazine, not a thought of sex visible
on her face.
That night, though, we made love madly. My hands were bound together
behind my back with two of my ties, and Ella straddled me, riding my cock
until both of us had come.
-Saturday-
I was messing around the house with not much to do on the weekend. The
week had left me drained, and I wanted nothing more than to lie around the
house and watch TV. It's hard work satisfying both the boss and your wife
sometimes.
The night before, Ella and I had made love under the covers with the
lights out, the way I had once thought that I liked it.
There was nothing on TV, so I thumbed through some tapes of old shows I
had lying around. Nothing doing there, except an unlabelled tape which I
put aside to see the contents of. I thought I had some porno lying around
somewhere, but I guess Ella got rid of it.
I popped the unlabelled tape into the VCR and hit play. The picture
came on in black and white, and it took me a minute to realise what I was
looking at. The camera didn't move, just sat there in a still shot. There
was couch in most of the view, and a lamp, and the floor. I blinked.
That was the Johnsons' living room! I just barely recognized it because
once I had been over there and watched a basketball game with Mr. Johnson.
Did this tape belong to Ella? How the heck did she make it?
I held down the fast-forward, and the picture stayed still. After a
minute, Mr. Johnson rushed in and lay down on the couch, and then stayed
there, reading a book in fast-motion.
I hit stop, then fast-forward again, skimming the tape for anything
interesting. As far as I could tell, it was just another boring day in the
Johnsons' living room. I popped the tape out and replaced it gently from
where I had found it.
That night, Ella and I went out for drinks with some friends of ours.
When we came back, I kissed her and we fell asleep together.
-Sunday-
When I woke up on Sunday, I had an idea. It was a wicked idea, one that
gave me shivers down my spine. I almost couldn't look at Ella when I went
downstairs, the things I was thinking about her.
Instead, I went into the living room to watch some football, but as I
sat there, the idea grew on me. Eventually Ella went out to run some
errands, leaving me there alone. I watched the later game til halftime,
and she was still out. Finally, I decided to go through with it.
I took the bus downtown to where there were a handful of sex shops, and
went into one of the cleaner looking ones. I had been in there once
before, just for fun with some friends. This time I hurriedly made a
purchase and slipped back home. Ella was still out.
I stashed my find in her underwear drawer. I hoped I had gotten the
right size; it looked quite bigger than my own cock.
Later that night, as fate would have it, I was watching TV, and Ella
pranced into the room wearing short shorts and a loose t-shirt. Her hair
was very carefully brushed, and her outfit was obviously chosen to turn me
on.
"Whatcha watching?" she asked, sitting down on the couch right next to
me.
"Nothing," I replied.
"Sounds like fun." She lay into me, leaning her head on my shoulders.
"You know..." I said a bit hesitantly. "That Mrs. Johnson has a nice
body, all things considered. (I had rehearsed this line to myself several
times that day)
"Oh yeah?" Ella seemed surprised.
"I saw her... um, I saw her doing things," I said.
Ella's look got very thoughtful, and she sat up. "Hm?"
"She likes to masturbate while blindfolded," I blurted out.
Ella turned a strange sort of smile. She put her index finger up to her
lips and for a moment was brilliantly sexy. I definitely had her
attention.
"She puts on a blindfold and then she masturbates herself with a dildo,"
I said with more conviction this time.
"I see." Ella's smile was wide and inviting. "Certinaly something to
think about..." She thought about it. I could see it on her face. Then
she turned and went off up the stairs. I just sat there and waiting. I
could feel my heart beat.
A long five minutes later, I followed her up the stairs and into the
bedroom. There she was sitting on the bed, completely naked. She was
wearing her sleep-mask, and only heard me come in.
"About time," she said. Her legs were spread and her hand was on her
pussy.
I went over to her and started rubbing her thigh. She cooed, and her
hand went back to massaging her cunt lips. I was hard as a rock watching
her.
Keeping my hand on her leg, I reached over and slid open her dresser
drawer. Then I pulled the dildo out from its silky nest. I held the dildo
in my hand and I sat on the bed with her.
I could tell from her breathing that she was getting really hot
fingering herself. When I kissed her full on the mouth, she took her hands
off her pussy and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed for a long
time, and I almost forgot my purpose. Almost.
As we kissed, my fingers found her moist sex and she moaned. Then I
rubbed the head of the dildo up and down her pussy lips, slowly prodding it
into her. As the plastic cock entered her, Ella gasped and hesitantly
broke the kiss. It felt like she wanted to take the sleep-mask off, but
when I pushed the dildo farther into her, she moaned and started pushing
her hips forward.
I lay her down on the bed. I almost couldn't believe I was watching my
wife do this. Her hands went back to her crotch and she grabbed the dildo
and started fucking it in earnest, almost crying out with pleasure. I got
my pants down off my crotch and started stroking my cock. It was so hard
it almost hurt, poking straight outward.
Ella's legs were taut, propped up against the headboard while her body
writhed. I gently touched the head of my cock to her cheek, then brushed
the shaft along her lips. She cooed and took my cockhead between her lips,
sucking my dick into her mouth.
Her mouth was so hot it almost made me cum right there. I'm glad I
didn't, because her tongue started sliding all over my cock, licking it up
and down and then taking it into her mouth and sucking hard on the head.
I never knew my wife could give head this good.
-Tuesday-
I'm glad there wasn't much to do in the office that day, because when I
got home, there was a lot waiting for me to do. When I went upstairs, I
noticed the bed had been laid out with some stuff, including the dildo,
sleepmask, some rope, and a pair of handcuffs I'd never seen before.
-Thursday-
I watched out the window for quite a long time, but I couldn't catch
even the slightest peek of the Johnsons. I also poked around the TV, but
couldn't find any unmarked tapes, not even the one I had watched earlier.
That night Ella tied my feet to the head and sat on my face until I made
her cum three times.
-Epilogue-
Mrs. Johnson sat on the couch in her living room, reading the paper.
Her husband came into the room at sat down with a puzzled expression on his
face. "You know, it's strange," he said.
"Oh?" asked his wife.
"You think you know a guy..." he explained. "You know our next-door
neighbor, Jim? Well, we were talking, and all of a sudden he starts
telling me about his sex life. It was the queerest thing."
Mrs. Johnson peered into the paper and read an article with great
interest.
"He even told me," continued Mr. Johnson, his voice dropping slightly.
"He told me that his wife likes to tie him to the bed when they make love."
Mrs. Johnson turned the page.
"That's nice, dear."
end.
* The author humbly invites your comments, questions, and requests to
* be emailed to Ed_Rider7@hotmail.com
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