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The Deal [2/2] {Conjugate} <*> <MF, oral, anal, light bdsm, cons>
By Conjugate
This is an adult story, meaning you shouldn't read it unless you are old
enough to read stories like this. It contains explicit sex, so you
shouldn't read it unless you want to read stories with explicit sex. This
story is copyrighted 2003 by Conjugate, and all rights are reserved. This
story may be transmitted via Usenet, archived at any _free_ archival site,
and passed on to others as long as this header remains intact and no fee is
charged for it.
The Deal, Part 2
She beamed at him. "Nothing to worry about, honey. And certainly not
anything worth all this nervousness. What's the matter, didn't you mean it
when you said you trust me?" At least, he thought, he knew the right answer
to that.
"Of course I trust you, it's just...."
"Oh, I know. It's that straight-laced upbringing of yours. But I told
you, don't worry about a thing. You're going to love this." When she
smiled again, he felt that knot of tension in him loosen, and managed to
smile back. "That's better, honey. Now, scoot down in the bed, and just
relax; put your feet here... and your arms up here. Hmmm." She frowned
for a moment. "No, that won't do. Let's try something else. Turn over,
and let's see how that works."
"Okay." He wasn't sure what she was after, but he heaved himself up,
rolling onto his stomach, and in response to her gestures rose onto all
fours. "Like this?"
"That's exactly right. That's great. Now hold still." His knees were
fairly far apart, and he started as he felt her tie something around the
knee of his right leg.
"Uh, now, wait a minute," he began, but she shushed him.
"Don't fuss, and remember, you trust me. Now don't move, and put your
knee back where it was." He did, and felt her tie the other knee in place.
Experimentally, he tried to bring them together, but they were tied to stay
at least a couple of feet apart. As he reached down with one hand to test
the knots, she gently slapped his wrist. "No! Now, you bring that hand
back! There's something I want with it."
It wasn't long before his hands were tied as well; since he couldn't
move his knees or hands very far, he was constrained, and realized that he
couldn't strech out on the bed. His wife's hand slowly caressing his
buttocks began both to arouse him and to bring home to him the way he was
unable to avoid her caresses.
He had thought that he would be unable to respond, since his orgasm was
so recently past. But the slow gentle strokes of her hands on his calves,
along his thighs, behind the knees, lightly up the belly and to his
shoulders, neck, and face began somehow to take the edge off of the
post-coital drowsiness, and he began to feel the old familiar urges arising
deep within him. It was a matter of several slow minutes before his
erection was firm, during which time she continued to caress, to kiss,
lightly to touch, all over his body. Then she sat up, looking rather
pleased with herself.
"Okay, honey. Now, just a minute." She dashed off to the bathroom, and
came back with something held behind her back. "Now, open your mouth and
close your eyes." He did not finish the childhood rhyme for her, but simply
obeyed. A moment later, he felt something being pushed into his mouth, and
opened his eyes with a start. It was a slightly damp washcloth. "Now,
bite down."
She looked down on him with satisfaction. Now, she thought, for the
tricky part. It was not going to be easy, but she thought he would be
willing to put up with it if she coaxed him a little. First, though, she
needed to make sure it would be a surprise. "Okay, great. Now, just hold
that pose." She put a pillow over his face, and reached down to the bag by
the side of the bed. This was where he would put up a fight, she thought.
He was so uptight in many ways, she thought. This ought to help. She
removed a butt plug, the smallest the adult store carried, and, holding it
so she was sure he couldn't see it, thoroughly lubed the tip. Now, how to
insert it? She needed him to lift his butt, but not tighten up, and that
was not going to be easy. An inspiration hit, and with her left hand she
took another condom. Carefully setting the butt plug down on its base so
as to avoid smearing the lube, she opened the condom and gave the head of
his cock a tentative kiss. It was still fairly firm, but not as hard as it
had been before the first orgasm, of course. She closed a hand around the
shaft, and began jacking it slowly. As she had hoped, he raised his hips
in rhythm. She lightly held the head of his cock, rolled the condom down,
and then placed her hand high enough that he could stimulate himself by
thrusting upwards. Just what she'd wanted.
Now she leaned over to reach for the butt plug, and managed to grab it
without losing the rhythm of his thrusts. Okay, she thought, here we go,
and as he lowered his hips and relaxed them slightly on the downstroke, she
pressed the butt plug to the opening of his rectum. As she had expected,
he tensed up. From under the pillow, she could hear that he was trying to
say something, but that was partly why she'd put the washcloth in his
mouth. Holding the butt plug lightly against the opening of his rectum, she
leaned forward. "C'mon, honey," she said in a cajoling tone, "just relax.
You know you promised." Damn it, she thought, his erection was starting to
slip, too. Well, no need to give up just yet. She continued to hold the
butt plug lightly against him with her left hand, and began slowly jacking
his cock with her right. As she was doing this, she kept up a stream of
encouragement. "Now, don't tense up; that only makes it worse. Try to
relax, and it will pop right in without any effort at all." His erection
started to return and she continued to slide her hand along his shaft,
encouraging him to thrust up and down. Then, on one downthrust, she
pressed the butt plug a little harder against the rectum.
Instantly he was tense again, and arched his back. "No, now, honey, you
know you promised. Listen, just try to relax and lower yourself a little
bit. It will go in and you almost won't feel it. Come on, now, you
promised." She felt him sag a little bit, and try to lower. She reduced
the pressure on the butt plug to just a light touch against his rectum, and
allowed him to lower himself further. "Let's try something a little bit
different, darling. I'm going to put the tip in just a little way, and you
try to push it out. I promise I won't hurt you, just relax and give it a
try." She pushed the tip in slightly. It was not a big butt plug; it was
the smallest in diameter she had been able to find, and like most it
tapered toward both ends, with a maximum diameter of maybe a little over an
inch. Not too bad, she'd judged, so it ought to go right in. But she'd
also known he had some hangups, and that it might take a little effort.
She'd been generous with the lube, so it was quite slick.
He slowly relaxed, lowering his seat to the towel, and she pressed the
tip against his rectum more firmly. "Now, I'll just put it in a bit, and
you try to push it out," she said, and did. She felt him start to push and
responded with a sudden firm pressure on its broad base. The plug slipped
all the way inside, and she felt him shudder. She kept jacking him with
her other hand, and felt with satisfaction that he was getting harder.
When he was as stiff as she wanted him, she took her hand off his cock, and
turned to face the head of the bed. She reached behind her to make sure
the butt plug was still in place, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
This was the fantasy she'd dreamed of for a long time. She moved up and
down on him, occasionally touching the base of the butt plug lightly; as he
tensed in response, she felt his cock move slightly within her. She humped
him slowly, taking her time about it, knowing that his previous orgasm had
been strong enough that he would last, and knowing that the butt plug could
keep him hard; a little touch on the base to let him feel it within him,
and he tightened up and his erection stayed firm. As she raised and
lowered herself, she used her right hand at the base of his cock to brush
lightly along her labia and a little indirect clit stim. She continued to
pump up and down, feeling her excitement building, and paced herself,
reveling in the luxury of plenty of time to get herself off.
As the minutes passed, she felt his arousal building, and slowed her
pace, sliding a thumb along her labia to keep her arousal high while
reducing the pressure on his cock. Then, when it seemed as though he would
lose interest, she sped up slightly, and shifted the buttplug just slightly
enough to firm him up. But it is a truism that all good things must come
to an end, and the good thing she'd got from invading his end couldn't last
much longer. She felt her mound fill with the great warm feeling that
meant she was on the verge, and hurried up her motion, irregularly moving
the butt plug in time. She felt her muscles clamp tightly around him and
let herself go. For a long, beautiful time she was aware of nothing but
what seemed to be a supernova in the pleasure center of her brain, and even
when the pleasure receded to the point that she was aware of herself again,
she was still coming. His cock was still hard within her, and she could
see by the red flush of his face and chest that he was still in the throes
of his orgasm.
She reached down and lightly stroked the skin of his scrotum, just
faintly tickling it, with the same hand that occasionally prodded the butt
plug. He gasped, and finished inside her, just as she was brought to a
second peak, and they stayed that way for a while, quivering together with
the intensity of it. She lay, or more precisely collapsed, atop him, and
barely had the strength to wrap an arm around his shoulders and her face
into his neck. In that pose, they slept.
It often happens that the sating of lust is the occasion for shame, and
the next day she worried that she'd pressed him too far. She awoke in a
patch of sunlight and felt him beside her, still asleep. The plan that had
seemed so right when she was so powerfully horny now seemed risky, and she
had to wonder how he felt. Not that he would tell her, of course; "male
communication skills" was high in her list of oxymorons. But she wanted to
know if he'd enjoyed it -- no, she was sure he had enjoyed it, but whether
he would feel disgust in the same way she was feeling doubt.
While she worried, he stirred slightly, and kissed her forehead. She
had to snuggle for a while against him, then looked up. "So," she said,
trying not to show nervousness. "What did you think? Was it worth it?"
She could see him thinking about it, and her nervousness climbed. Then he
smiled, and kissed her, long and slowly on the lips.
"It was great," he said when they came up for air. "It was a good
deal."
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