A Birthday Gift
A middle-aged man nicely dressed in dark slacks and a white, short-sleeved button-up shirt walked arm in arm with a ravishing young blonde. She was wearing a short, sexy black skirt that revealed slender bronzed legs and a yellow pullover half-top that showed off her smooth stomach and gold belly ring.
"Are you sure about this, Shannon?" Harold questioned uncertainly.
"He's highly recommended, and I was promised he has the highest quality girls in the city," his loving wife reassured him with a gentle squeeze of the hand. "It's my birthday gift to you, so relax and enjoy the evening."
"You won't get jealous?"
"Do you think I'd be doing this if I thought I would? Please, Harold, have a sense of adventure for once. Besides, you need all the inspiration you can get. And I have firsthand knowledge about your natural affinity for the younger ladies."
Shannon glanced over with raised eyebrows and flashed him a smile. Harold smiled back, but he felt a twinge of guilt. Even though eight years elapsed since their marriage, he still had wandering eyes and was drawn to the vibrant innocence of youth. In one way he selfishly wished that she was still eighteen. How he missed those first few years together.
"I know I'm not always able to finish things in the bedroom, but am I still… attractive to you?" he nervously questioned as he began to wonder what her motives really were.
She squeezed his hand again. "I'm not trying to find you another eighteen year old girl so I can leave our marriage. Yes, you're still a stud in my book, and I'm sure you always will be. Besides, I'm starting to slow down a bit myself. I'm not the nymph I used to be."
As they walked down a relatively empty sidewalk the sun was sinking into the western sky. Its bright rays were dimming and beginning to turn orange. Sunsets were coming earlier and earlier as the days began to wane. He squeezed her hand and she looked over. He adored her long, silky blonde hair and the sweet face it framed. Her sparkling green eyes were so entrancing that he often found himself lost in her warm gaze. He was tempted by her full glossy lips, but he reigned in his desire.
"I sure do miss our early years," he said with a soft chuckle.
"You were a very naughty man!" she playfully scolded him. "There I was, an innocent high school senior on a work study program working with what turned out to be a sexual predator. Do you ever feel guilty for seducing me at such a young age?"
"Don't act so innocent. You were eighteen, and it was you that seduced me with those incredible eyes," he reminded her. "I'm not sure how you remember it, but I distinctly recall you being the aggressor in our relationship."
Her lips formed a wide grin. Of course, he was right. Why she was so attracted to a man entering middle age when all her friends were dating other teens was surprising, but a person can't control who they fall in love with. Besides, while all her friends were living at home and working low-paying jobs to eke out a living, she had a beautiful new home, a brand new Mercedes convertible, and an allowance that was more than she ever dreamed of earning on her own. Being with an older man had some definite advantages.
"Do you think about the early days when you were trying to teach me about the business?" she inquired, curious.
"Oh, from time to time." Her question brought it to the forefront of his mind.
Harold saw the change taking place in the beautiful but withdrawn teen. Initially she was shy and reserved, but the more they worked together on the sales accounts she became increasingly interactive. The nervous look on her adorable face was replaced by relaxed confidence as she learned and developed new skills. She smiled more, and started kidding around with him. They played office jokes on one another, and there were playful jabs and slaps. He reassured her with supportive criticism, being careful not to sound demeaning or negative when correcting her. Shannon really bloomed.
When a customer confronted Shannon about the handling of an account due to a mistake that she made, Harold stepped in and took full responsibility. She knew he could have easily shifted blame to her shoulders and retained the account, but he came to her defense. That garnered him her respect, and their relationship began to shift from professional to personal. It was a subtle transition, but one that he detected.
Work study required her to be there two afternoons a week, but she began coming in after school on other days. She asked intelligent questions and it was apparent she was putting in a lot of effort. Harold wasn't sure if she was genuinely interested or if she was trying to impress him. He suspected it was the latter but gave her the benefit of the doubt; until their first kiss.
It was a Friday and the others had left. He'd encouraged Shannon to get going and even offered to give her some spending money in appreciation for all she'd done, but she politely refused and assured him she wanted to help out. She pulled up a chair beside his and they both leaned over his desk to examine some documents. Harold spotted an error but pretended not to notice, hoping that she might catch it. When she pointed it out he thanked Shannon and told her how proud he was of her. That misted her sparkling green eyes. As he fell under her spell she leaned toward him and their soft lips met. It was a brief, gentle kiss, but it spoke volumes. He sensed the deep affection that had developed between them.
When her mouth pulled away he looked into those incredible eyes and felt love rushing in. It filled a void that was left when his first marriage crumbled years earlier. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold her but Harold hesitated because he also recognized how inappropriate and selfish it would be. Shannon must have sensed it, because she hugged him first. His arms then embraced her, holding the girl tightly. Harold felt her breasts pressing against his chest. He was moved to tears of relief which he hid from her view. His heart was bursting with love, and despite the risk of heartbreak he invited her in. In hindsight, he was so glad he did.
"You're suddenly quiet," Shannon complained as they walked.
Harold smiled. "I was thinking of an innocent yet disarmingly beautiful young woman that came into my life when I least expected it."
She jabbed him in the ribs just like she used to. It made him want to shed sentimental tears. It also caused Harold to revisit how that very special day unfolded.
Harold urged her to go home. Things at work were hectic. It was tax season and they were making copies of records for their clients, but she insisted on staying and, at the very least, feed the copier. He didn't fight her too long because he really needed the assist. She was a big help and as the day turned into evening they were finally getting caught up. He ordered pizza and just before it arrived they were finished. He told Shannon how proud and impressed he was and gave her assurances that she'd do well in any profession she chose. That simple gesture moistened her eyes and he saw an unmistakable look of love in them.
A part of him felt guilty for encouraging her. As an adult he never should have let their relationship advance to this point. But when does responsibility and emotion find equilibrium? Was he to forsake his own emotional needs? As he struggled with conflicting thoughts she leaned over and kissed his cheek. He turned toward her. Harold remembered asking if her father would come after him with a shotgun. It was a comment made to lighten the sudden tension but she took it to heart. Shannon admitted she was from a single parent home.
The second time, Harold kissed her. He loved her incredibly soft, deliciously sweet mouth. After several gentle kisses the lips parted invitingly. He accepted and the tip of his tongue pushed between and tentatively met hers. He moved in deeper and the full length of the wet muscles anxiously rubbed and entwined. She softly moaned into his mouth and their embrace grew heated and desperate. His hands lifted to her face and caressed her soft cheeks. She hugged him tighter. The legs of her straight-backed wood chair protested as she inched it closer to him across the linoleum floor.
His right hand shifted down to her long, slender neck. He massaged the gentle skin. His fingers reached beneath the top of her blouse and onto a bare shoulder. Strong fingers rubbed and squeezed. Her moans became louder and she drew herself closer to his chest. Harold wanted to unbutton her blouse but was hesitant. Instead he brushed his fingers over the swell, through her clothing. When she eagerly leaned forward and pressed herself against his fingers, he knew. He began at the top and slowly slipped the white plastic discs from the reinforced holes.
Using both hands he separated the halves of the blouse and revealed a sexy push-up bra. He reached around back but realized the clasp was in front. At the same time she softly giggled, thinking his momentary confusion funny. She'd gotten him again. He easily unfastened the clasp. The cups fell away and the supported breasts eased into their natural position. He felt her young body trembling as his warm hands cupped the soft, firm mounds. They gently squeezed and fondled the amazing swells. Harold's penis immediately responded. The awakened stem surged upward inside his clothing.
He reluctantly retreated from her wonderful mouth. His lips traveled down her smooth skin and kissed a path over her neck, across the upper chest, to a nipple. He looked at the faint pink nub and anxiously took it into his mouth. Shannon jerked and gasped as he licked and sucked on the pulsating tip. Her body writhed excitedly as he bathed the sensitive peak in his warm saliva. He licked and nibbled on the remainder of the succulent mound before moving to the opposing breast.
By the time he finished gorging himself on her magnificent swells he detected the tell-tale aroma of a woman aroused. His hands reached down and caressed the top of her thighs, and then moved between them. They willingly parted and she slid forward to the edge of the chair. He asked Shannon if she was emotionally ready for this, and she assured him that she was.
He dropped to his knees before her and nibbled on her bare, flat belly. He loved the belly rings he was starting to see on the bare midriffs of young women and thought Shannon would look spectacular with one. As his tongue licked around the hollowed depression of her belly button his fingers unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. She moved her thighs together and he tugged the pants down her slender legs. He slipped off her tennis shoes and removed the denim jeans from her gorgeous body.
Harold glanced up and gazed at her bare breasts for the very first time. He was captivated by the creamy firm swells and the light pink tips. When he shifted his gaze down he saw her cute yellow bikini panties and noticed the small, dark stain of wetness on the crotch. He grasped the sides of her elastic waistband and gently tugged them down. The crotch clung to her innocent center and he pulled harder to separate it from her flesh. He intentionally didn't look at her until after he removed her panties. Then he placed his hands on her quivering legs and pushed them open.
The breath caught in his throat as he looked at the most incredible sight he'd ever seen. Shannon was more than beautiful. The words that might describe the vision he enjoyed simply didn't exist. His penis swelled to its full size as he admired her pussy. Shiny yellow curls of hair covered her pubic mound and fringed the small pink lips. As he reached over and tenderly pushed the lips apart he savored the view of her glistening slit. It was coated with flowing nectar and he could see the enlarged clitoris peeking out from behind its fleshy hood. Toward the bottom was a hint of an opening that appeared so tiny. It was the most incredible sight his eyes had ever seen.
As he leaned forward Shannon nervously grasped the bottom of the chair with both hands. Harold kissed the fragile lips and lightly ran his tongue over the silky surface. He tasted the flavor of her excitement. Her luscious body tensed and shuddered as her angelic voice softly moaned. The tip of his tongue danced around and over the nub as his fingers rubbed along the walls of her shallow canyon. They became smeared with juice. Several times his tongue moved away from the clit and licked the length of her slit, collecting a small amount of nectar and renewing the delicious taste. The tip pushed against her opening several times before returning to the small nub.
Her moaning transitioned into soft cries the longer he feasted on her center. She writhed with more intensity as her excitement multiplied. Supporting her weight with her arms, she rose up off the seat several inches and began moving her hips. Shannon shamelessly rubbed herself against his mouth and tongue like a woman possessed. He reached his hands around and squeezed her firm, round ass cheeks as he licked on her clitoris faster and harder. Her breathing grew labored as her shuddering form twitched. He sensed she was close.
Seconds later her entire body stiffened and her voice momentarily fell silent, like the calm before a storm. She suddenly cried out in pleasure, louder than before. Her hands pulled away from the chair and cradled the back of his head. She came off the seat and held his mouth against her pussy as she climaxed. Her gorgeous form twitched in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy as she enjoyed her first real orgasm. Although he could barely breathe as her body suddenly shrouded his face, Harold maintained his stimulation of her body. There was a sudden surge of juice. He felt the warm wetness smearing all over his face and dripping down the front of his neck. Seconds later her embrace weakened and she sat back down.
He looked up at the amazing creature. Her face was beaming with happiness and there was an appreciative smile on her lips. At that very moment he knew he loved her. He couldn't contain his emotions and he mouthed the three words that needed to be said. He was stunned when she reciprocated.
"I imagine you'll want a brunette," Shannon said as she restarted their idle conversation.
"Why would you think that?" he wondered.
"Because you've been with a blonde for the last eight years?"
"A man can't have too many ravishing blondes on his arm," Harold informed her in a joking manner. Her response was a swift jab in the ribs, only considerably harder than before.
"You're getting a brunette," she told him. "It's bad enough that I've got to compete with another woman. It won't be another blonde."
He stopped and looked at her with a stunned expression on his face. "Compete with another woman? You're practically thrusting me into her arms! You're getting jealous, aren't you?"
She heavily sighed and lowered her gaze. "Maybe I am; just a little bit."
He wasn't comfortable with her gift idea to begin with and her growing jealousy wasn't making it any easer for him, so he suggested "Let's walk back to the office and get the car. We can find a nice restaurant and have ourselves a romantic birthday dinner together. That'll be fine."
"I like the part about getting the car," she admitted. "The hotel is a lot further than I thought. I'm sorry I suggested the walk. But we're going to the hotel, and I'm going to call the man and set up a girl for you."
Harold saw that Shannon was angry. And when she got angry, she got very stubborn. He knew better than to resist. It would end up in a public fight and several tension-filled days of avoiding one another. He hated when they fought, so he wisely closed his mouth and resumed the hike to the hotel. As their intermittent conversation came to a dead end, his thoughts returned to that first night with Shannon.
After her first climax he pushed the papers on the desk aside and cleared a space. Shannon moved to the desk and sat on the polished wood surface. Her hands reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. She pulled the tails out of his slacks and caressed his broad chest. He loved the feel of her soft hands and fingers as they touched his skin. He hadn't been touched like that in several years and it felt so wonderful. Moments later she reached down and struggled with his belt. He lent a hand and together they loosened his pants. Gravity pulled them to his ankles. Harold kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his clothing. He gasped in delight as her soft fingers reached into the opening in the front of his boxers and gently grasped the shaft of his hard prick.
She whispered that she loved him, and he repeated the words to her. Harold pushed the boxers down his legs as her luscious thighs invitingly opened. As she sat on the edge of the desk her pussy dangled off the surface and glistened in anticipation. He stepped between her legs and gripped his shaft. He carefully rubbed the round head up and down her pussy lips. Shannon's head fell back and she groaned excitedly toward the ceiling. After the tip of his cock was slick with wetness he pressed it between the lips and into her slit. It was accompanied by a gasp and loud moaning. He moved into position and grasped her narrow waist. The head vibrated against the tiny portal of her center.
His hips slowly pushed forward. Shannon grabbed the front edge of the desk and braced her body. She softly cried out as the muscle began to stretch. He could see he was hurting her but the pain would be brief and followed by something very wonderful. She grunted and gasped as it stretched wider. When the widest part of the tip was in, the rest eased inside and the opening closed tightly around the base of his head. The juicy tunnel was hot. It vibrated around him. He gripped her ass cheeks and sharply thrust, tearing away the membrane of her innocence as she cried out from the brief stinging sensation that accompanied its removal. When he slipped out a moment later he glanced down and saw the slight evidence of blood. He tenderly pushed back inside and they resumed the consummation of their relationship.
Shannon moved her hips in rhythm with his. He thrust into her center. Her tight walls resisted his penetration but his juice-slick cock forced the chamber to yield and he slowly advanced. Her breathless groans were the only sounds in the otherwise silent office. Their persistent grinding of hips eventually worked his stem completely inside. It felt amazing and nearly moved him to tears.
She climaxed again when he was inside of her. He saw her eyes grow misty and a few tears of joy ran down her flushed cheeks. He leaned forward. They briefly kissed. His temporarily idle penis throbbed against the tight walls of her love chamber as their tongues passionately entwined. They resumed their loving after, but now Harold pumped into her faster and harder. Her voice issued labored cries as he rammed fully inside, again and again.
His aching balls tingled as he neared orgasm. He softly groaned as the semen rose from the sacs and traveled through his stiff, juice-soaked cock. He pushed inside until he was buried in her womb and then strained to reach deeper, stretching the skin that surrounded his stem. As he tensed and grunted his penis ejaculated a stream of hot cum. He slid back and thrust again, grunting aloud as the pleasure of release overwhelmed him. He filled her with his seed over the course of several seconds, and when he was finished remained inside.
They hugged and kissed. Neither wanted the embrace to end, but it was late. When he softened enough the pressure of her canal pushed him out. They gazed into each other's eyes, repeated their proclamations of love, and knew that they'd be together forever.
Harold's heart surged with love for his wife, companion, and best friend. Thinking about their first time together had gotten him hard but she hadn't noticed yet. He stopped, faced her, and grasped her shoulders. "Please tell me, why are we doing this?"
Shannon sighed. She loved him but he was so straight-laced. It took her several weeks to talk him into sex during the day, he was reluctant to try new sexual positions, and he had no real sense of adventure. He was having trouble staying up and finishing things lately. And, as her luck would have it, he was opposed to taking what he described as unnecessary medication.
"We need some spice in our sex life, Harold. I thought maybe if we tried something different, you know, it might help." The frustration in her voice was evident.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I know I'm a traditional guy and a little reluctant to try new things. But you're the one I love, and the one I want to be with. I know your intentions are good, but we don't need this. You're all the spice I need."
She lowered her gaze and shook her head in disbelief. A sly smile appeared on his face as he moved his arms around her shoulders. She was surprised and a little angered by the kiss, but that feeling changed to one of excitement when his hands moved down and pulled her crotch against his erect penis.
She moaned approvingly into his mouth, and their tongues eagerly entwined. She hugged him back and rotated her hips. Shannon loved the pressure against her crotch and within a few moments she was aroused and wanting more.
"The room is paid for, and it's just around the corner," she tempted him in a sexy voice. "The birthday boy can tie me up and ravish me any way he wants."
He chuckled. "Okay, I know you've been trying to talk me into it. I'm ready for something new. And ravish you I will, my love."
The room, actually an expensive and impressive suite, was all set up. It was apparent that this wasn't the first time she was here that day. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket with three crystal glasses sitting close by. An overnight case rested on the nightstand beside the bed. Harold could only guess what it contained. A crystal serving dish containing a variety of sliced meats, cheeses, and two types of crackers waited to be consumed. A large matching sectioned bowl held grapes, cherries, and cut melon chunks.
"You've been busy," he commented. "It's wonderful, baby. Thanks so much."
She hugged him from behind and kissed the side of his neck. "Happy birthday, sweetie; I love you so much. I wanted everything to be perfect."
She slipped away and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door in her wake. Overcome by curiosity he opened the overnight back and searched the contents. He removed five red silk scarves, a pair of black silk boxers, and a riding crop. Harold wasn't sure if he was ready for riding crop quite yet. On second thought he removed it anyway. Shannon would be impressed by his unusually open mind.
She took her time getting ready. Everything else was perfect so Shannon wanted to make sure that trend continued. She couldn't wait until he saw her in the red lace panties and bra. Shannon wanted to see the look of excitement on his face. The fact that she, instead of a working girl, was wearing it was a surprise, although she had hoped things might work out differently. After renewing her scent with a mist of perfume and double-checking her appearance, she emerged from the bathroom.
The room was empty. The overhead chandelier lamp had been turned off and the nightstand table lamp was lying on the floor on its side, casting an eerie shadow across a portion of the room. Her pulse quickened. Fear embraced her as a brief stream of pee soiled the crotch of her red lace panties. "Sweetie? Harold, please tell me you're still here."
A noise from behind surprised her. A hand tightly gripped the back of her neck and she imagined someone had gained entry into the room, knocked out or killed her husband, and was now surprising her. Shannon's heart pounded and a cold chill ran down her spine. Her abductor propelled her to the bed and she climbed up on it. Tears began to spill from her sparkling green eyes as she realized her fate. She wanted to scream that it wasn't fair! She wanted Harold!
When hands rolled Shannon onto her back she closed her eyes. She didn't want to see who it was and give him a reason to kill her, too. "I'm not looking. Please, don't hurt me."
"You asked for it."
When Shannon heard her husband's voice she wanted to hug him and tell him how much she loved him. But she played along, realizing how hard he was working trying to make this work for her. A huge sense of relief swept over her and Shannon's heavy heart lightened as the fear and tension melted away. It was replaced by something she hadn't felt for a while… intense excitement. Her entire form quivered with desire for him. She hadn't been so aroused since their first night together, when he took her innocence on his office desk. Her body ached for his hard cock, and she thought of how she shamelessly rubbed her crotch against it just a short while ago, in public.
The red silk scarves were already tied to the extreme four edges of the bed frame. He secured them around her wrists first, and then the ankles. Shannon was left spread-eagle across the queen-sized bed, looking very sexy and vulnerable in the red lace panties and bra. When she looked over she noticed that her husband was naked except for a pair of black silk boxers. The riding crop and a single red scarf were resting on the nightstand adjacent to the bed. Her eyes were drawn to the bulge inside the boxers that insistently throbbed with desire for her. Shannon salivated as she imagined sucking on it.
He walked across the room and returned with a handful of meat and cheese slices. He was already chewing on one when he sat on her left side. The mattress compressed as he joined her. He fed her a slice of hard salami topped with Swiss cheese. He placed several slices on the bra that contained her creamy, upright swells, and then lined her stomach. A trail of food led from her boobs all the way down to the crotch of her panties.
He picked up the fifth red silk scarf and leaned over, securing it over her eyes and removing her sense of sight. He knelt on the bed and straddled her amazing young body. Harold knew he had no right to expect to have such a beautiful young wife and that he was truly blessed.
His warm lips and wet tongue kissed the base of her sweetly scented neck. They traveled down to a breast and devoured it, eating the deployed meat and cheese as they did. His mouth shifted to the opposite mound and repeated the process. Shannon writhed on the bed and softly moaned as her hard nipples ached and glistened with saliva.
He snaked his way down her upper and lower belly. A meandering trail of drying saliva coated her soft, bronzed skin as he paused to consume the snacks that rested on her flesh. By the time Harold's mouth reached the hollowed depression of her belly button Shannon felt the wetness seeping from her center. Her pussy was juicier than it had been in a while. Her pulse and breathing quickened as passion took hold.
She felt his body shifting. The mattress between her legs compressed. His hot breath blew on the red lace panty crotch. Shannon felt a rush of tingling warmth and she fought against the red silk scarves which surprised her with their strength. She wanted him so badly. Shannon tried moving her hips and rubbing her aroused flesh against his mouth that she knew was on the verge of touching her but the bindings made it impossible.
As she struggled, a feeling of frustration set in, followed by growing anger. Her arms and legs thrashed as much as they could but she couldn't get free. The anger intensified, replaced by a desperation the likes of which she never before experienced. Her passion and desire multiplied as he torturously teased her.
"Sweetie, I need you," she complained. "Love me."
When the mattress uncompressed she knew he'd gotten off. Soft footsteps sounded on the carpet to her left. He sat on the center left edge of the bed and rolled her body onto the right side as far as the bindings would allow. Her perfectly formed ass was sharply struck with the riding crop and a sharp, sudden jolt of stinging pain surprised her.
"Do you want to say anything else?" he questioned in a stern voice that was so unnatural for the gentle, loving man.
"Harold…" she started.
The leather struck her ass again, harder than before. Shannon cried out, surprised by the second swat and the ensuing sting.
"I need…"
The third time was even sharper, and the sting from it took her breath away. When her voice fell silent he rolled her onto the back and settled back down between her thighs.
By this time the smell of her sex was evident as juice seeped from her belly and coated her pink slit with wetness. His hot breath resumed its teasing, blowing through the lace panties. Her nectar soaked into the fabric. When his tongue lightly licked the panties over the outline of her folds her entire form writhed and twisted. Her ass lifted off the bed and her hips frantically thrust toward him as much as she could. She needed the stimulation, but his mouth quickly retreated and she breathlessly cried out in frustration.
After she settled back down on the bed he rubbed a juicy melon chunk on the inside of her left thigh. She could feel the juice as it coated her skin and ran down her leg. It dripped onto the bedding beneath. His mouth quickly followed, licking, sucking, and gently biting as it cleaned the tasty remnants. Harold slowly moved up the thigh closer to her crotch. The closer he advanced the louder her moans became. Her flesh was trembling, and it grew more intense. She wiggled and twitched excitedly when his lips reached the edge of the panties. Her hips blindly thrust as nectar leaked from her center. Shannon needed her husband more than she ever had before.
When his fingers grasped the waistband of the panties she sighed with relief, thinking he was finally going to please her. But when the fingers retreated she realized it was only an evil ploy, and he softly chuckled as he observed her desperate reaction.
"Oh, sweetie, please…"
Harold rolled her over on her right side, her arms stretching as the scarves limited her movement. He pulled the left side of her panties down and exposed her cheek. A small patch of creamy skin was a faint red from the previous punishment. Shannon gasped as she realized what was about to happen, and why. She'd forgotten; she'd talked. Her body tensed in anticipation. He hit her hard, and the resulting sting jolted her with stinging pain. A second one followed, reinforcing his desire for her silence. Afterward he pulled the panties back up and she moved onto her back again.
Another melon chunk was rubbed on her right inner thigh and the same torturous teasing followed. In her mind she begged and pleaded for him, but her voice remained silent. Her gorgeous form restlessly shifted and squirmed and her hips thrust in a vain attempt for stimulation that he intentionally withheld. Her loins were on fire and her belly tingled. Her hard nipples throbbed and her pussy ached. It oozed with essence in a desperate hope for affection. The smell of her was strong, intensified by her writhing.
After he cleaned the skin of her right inner thigh Harold pressed the melon to her lips. Her mouth opened and she ate it. He unsnapped the bra catch between the cups. It pulled away from both swells, revealing them. He left and returned. A small handful of melon was crushed against a breast and smeared over both mounds. He dragged it down her having chest and belly to the edge of her panties. He stuffed the broken and dripping chunks down her panties. That brief contact as the fruit pressed against her bare, juicy lips caused an incredible shudder that gripped her luscious body. If the stimulation had lasted just a few seconds longer Shannon was sure she would have climaxed.
Her mind raced as she wondered why she had allowed this. He was being cruel by withholding what she so frantically needed. Shannon angrily pulled and kicked in an effort to tear the scarves but they resisted her efforts. Tears of frustration filled her eyes and she cried out loud. Beads of perspiration moistened her skin and she shimmered in the light of a lamp.
And then he finally touched her. The mattress shifted under his weight as he moved. His hands cupped both breasts and lovingly fondled the moist swells. His tongue licked the drying melon juice in a circular motion, starting at the outside of the mounds and slowly working in toward the nipple. The pink tips swelled in anticipation. Shannon softly moaned as his lips and tongue closed in. The peaks of her beasts ached more than ever. Finally he took a pulsating nub between his lips and into his warm mouth. She gasped and arched her back, pushing herself upwards against his mouth. This time he didn't retreat. He sucked harder and bathed the flesh in his saliva.
The tingling fire in her loins raged. Her hips jerked and she felt the melon fragments shifting inside the crotch of her panties. As Shannon's hips desperately pumped into the air the moving fruit pressed between the outer lips and settled in the essence-dripping slit. One rubbed on her enlarged clitoris and sent incredible waves of pleasure rippling through her flesh. The intensity was surprising and the breath caught in her throat.
His mouth abandoned her left nipple and moved to the other breast. Again, her nipples swelled and ached as his mouth drew closer to the swollen peak. Shannon accidentally discovered a secret and moved her hips in a precise, rhythmic motion. It caused a melon fragment to insistently rub against her sensitized clit. That, and Harold's mouth and hands, were all the stimulation she needed.
Shannon's moans increased in pitch and volume. Her hips thrust faster as Harold playfully bit and sucked on a nipple. Tingling jolts delighted her writhing form and her breathing grew labored. Her moans became cries of pleasure and her body suddenly froze as she crossed the threshold into ecstasy. Her climax was wonderful. The vicious teasing had left her so aroused and anxious that when she finally achieved orgasm it was the most incredible ever. She wildly thrashed as he struggled to keep his mouth on her jiggling swells. A brief surge of nectar leaked from her tingling loins and soaked the melon fragments. When it ended, tears of relief spilled from her eyes as perspiration rolled down her bare skin.
"Oh baby, that was so wonderful," she weakly whispered.
When Harold's body shifted she cringed, thinking he was reaching for the riding crop again to punish her for speaking. Shannon felt his fingers grasping the waist band and as he tugged them down she tensed. But this time he pulled the front of them down and exposed her wet pussy and the seasoned melon fragments. She could feel his lips and tongue touching around her as he carefully ate the fruit. When he let go of the panties the waistband snapped back up. His body shifted and Shannon felt a melon chunk pressing against her mouth. She ate it. The taste was a strange combination of sweet fruit and the musk flavor of her sexual release.
Harold slid off the bed. Shannon heard movement and the sound of the champagne bottle shifting in the ice bucket. She gasped when a handful of ice cubes were rubbed over her breasts. Her nipples swelled in size and throbbed from the sudden cold. The hand continued down her body. By the time he reached her crotch the cubes had melted and only small pellets remained. Harold's hand moved under the panties and he moved them over her juice-dripping pussy lips. The breath caught in her throat and she jumped from the sudden jolt. He held them against her warm crotch as they finished melting. His fingers pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. Shannon groaned aloud as his hot lips and tongue warmed her chilled center and feasted on the succulent pink folds.
He teased and tempted her with his tongue just long enough to get her heart racing. When he pulled away she felt him untying the scarves that secured her legs. There was a moment of silence before the mattress between her legs compressed under his weight. He knelt, reaching his hands down under her ass cheeks. He lifted her crotch. She felt the large tip of his swollen cock rubbing against her lips. It dipped into the slit and shifted up and down, traversing the length of the small canyon. Juice coated the moving head as traces of semen were smeared on her glistening pink flesh.
He guided the tip over her sensitized clitoris. Shannon flinched and moaned. Harold teased her several more times. Her chest heaved. He admired her shifting breasts. His cock slid down to her opening and he pushed inside. Her canal walls stretched apart. As he eased in her beautiful body shuddered in delight. Her soft moans grew louder as he pierced her orifice and reached deeper. The walls of her pussy grasped his cock and vibrated around it. Her hips anxiously thrust toward him, moving his pulsating member joyously inside her. Harold loved his wife with his heart and soul, and now for the first time in weeks, with his body as well. The blessed union of their aroused bodies was emotionally uplifting. Tears welled up in their eyes as they celebrated the mutual love, respect, and admiration that were still the foundation of their marriage.
Soft grunts, gasps, and moans were exchanged as his driving hips thrust his full length inside her love chamber. The act was like slipping a hand into a latex glove; her canal walls resisted and stretched to accommodate the mass of hardened cock. Perspiration formed on their writhing bodies and rolled down the skin. Breathing grew heavier and became labored. A mixture of pussy juice and semen leaked from her center and dripped from the swollen folds that vibrated with every thrust.
Harold's heart sang with joy as he successfully loved his gorgeous spouse. He was harder than he'd been in years, and he was confident he'd finish this time. He buried himself in her belly as she breathlessly called out his name. Her form stiffened and then wildly jerked in spasms of ecstasy. As Shannon's body uncontrollably twitched, her groans turned to loud cries of wondrous pleasure. A small flood of hot nectar was released from her loins as intense tingling jolted her flesh.
Knowing she was climaxing gave Harold a thrilling rush of adrenaline. His hips moved faster and harder. The throbbing penis pummeled her juicy, inviting sex. Shannon's motions temporarily suspended after the orgasm subsided, but Harold's insistent stroking quickly brought her to the verge again.
She was still breathless when a surprisingly powerful climax embraced her loins. For Harold it was an erotic sight as he pleasured his wife a second time. Her slender legs tightened around his waist as she shook with tremendous energy. Sweat leaked from the pores of her shimmering form as her pussy flooded with fresh juice. As she blindly quaked in spasms her flailing arms helplessly jerked on the silk bindings. His hips maintained the driving momentum as he loved her precious center as never before.
When the second orgasm faded, Shannon was spent. For the first time she could recall, she hoped that Harold would finish quickly. He was harder and more energetic than she could have ever wished. He had, quite simply, worn her out.
A minute later he felt the building tingling pressure in his balls. It was a joyous feeling that continued to intensify as he moved inside of Shannon. Harold moved into a missionary position that enabled him the deepest possible strokes. He slowed down and loved her gently. When his cock was fully in he strained to reach further. His legs and abdomen tensed as the semen commenced its rise. The seed slowly advanced, spurred by the arousing excitement as her slick chamber reverberated around his shaft and sensitized head. He was buried in her muscle when he softly grunted and twitched. A thick, milky stream of cum squirted into her womb. He continued stroking her pussy as he ejaculated several more times, emptying the contents of his sacs. He felt an incredible high that lightened his heart and filled him with relief and happiness.
He untied the remaining scarves and noticed the afterglow on his loving spouse's face. They kissed and cuddled, enjoying the intimacy that followed their union. After they had rested she slipped away to use the bathroom. When she returned Harold was naked and lying in the center of the bed, arms and legs spread-eagle. His penis was swollen again.
"Oh, Harold…"