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Our Story

Chapter One

I pushed food around my plate while listening to her story. I watched her lips move in slow motion before whetting them with her glass of wine. Her mouth curved into a flirtatious smirk. "What?" she asked.
"Sorry. Just transfixed by your beauty again." I responded with a smirk of my own.
"Oh that. Yes. I get that a lot." She quipped.

I suppose, after two years of marriage, my fascination with Jane should have subsided a bit. It hadn't. Even as we sat over a lovely meal on our anniversary, I was fully aware that I was punching above my weight. Though if she was aware she didn't lead on.

While pretending to listen to her story, I admired her tight dress and recalled the moment we met. I, somewhat unwillingly, had been dragged on a blind date. I had just moved to Paris and my only friend in town had set me up on a double-date with him, his wife and her newly single friend. Though past history told me this was a bad idea, I had been on a dry spell and thought I had better do something to shake things up. I had no idea how shaken this decision would make my life.

My blind date turned out to be a stunning specimen named Jane. A tall, slim Scandinavian beauty with chestnut hair and curves in all of the right places. She was bubbly and funny and I was immediately crazy about her.

Jane had moved down to France from Denmark two years prior to complete her masters. She had an amazing flat near Pont Neuf with a view of the river. She had shared it with her ex-boyfriend, Marcus. They were together for about a year and a half before they broke it off. She was struggling to pay the rent on the flat alone.

After our blind date we quickly grew close. She had me addicted and our relationship accelerated quickly. I moved out of my temporary flat in Roisy and moved in with Jane. I quit my temporary overseas contract with my American aviation consultancy firm and found permanent work with a French agency. Jane completed her masters and quickly found a fantastic job with a start-up as a director. I proposed six months after we met and we wed a year later. One wedding in New York for my family and a second wedding in Copenhagen for hers.

A year on, the spark was still there, though we had been less in-sync of late. We were busy but still managed a decent amount of time together. We weren't fighting any more than usual. We just seemed to have lost our groove in the bedroom and it was throwing the rest of our lives off slightly.


I found our love life exciting from day one. Jane knew what she wanted sexually and ran the show. I would often wake to a blowjob in the morning or she would drag me into a stairwell and bend over with her knickers around her ankles. She was passionate and confident. She wanted to be sexual much more often than my previous partners. She seemed insatiable. Sex with Jane was the most intense I had known it to be. When she gave me a blowjob it was usually hard, sloppy and deep. Jane could make me cum at her will. If she wanted to make me last, she was able to do it. If she wanted me to cum quickly, there was very little I could do to stop it.


When it came to Jane cumming though, it wasn't so easy. I mean, I could go down on her and she would cum all day long. But when it came to cuming from fucking, I just couldn't seem to do it. I know many women can't come through penetration, but she let it slip that she used to cum all the time that way. Before me. Maybe it was stress? We both worked a lot. Maybe I was doing something wrong? She seemed to enjoy herself but we always seemed to fall short. We didn't talk about it but it was the elephant in the room.


Whatever the reason, we sat at our anniversary dinner determined to enjoy a meal at our favourite restaurant and each other. Jane had given me a peak of the lacy corset she had on under her tight navy blue dress. She seemed determined to change the tide that night. We talked casually and finished our food and wine.


Leaving the restaurant I gave Jane my jacket as the night had grown cool. She gave me a loving smile and pulled it around her. We walked in silence for a few minutes in the light of the lamps. We passed less and less people until we were infront of a vacant park about a block away from our flat. Jane stopped abruptly and kissed me. She opened up my jacket and pushed me against her. I could feel her warmth and her breasts on me. Giving only the briefest of glances around us she dropped to her knees. She did it gracefully considering she was in heels and a short skirt. Unzipping my pants and pulling out my half-hard dick, she shoved it in her mouth and sucked until it was hard. Then she pulled my balls out and put them in her mouth while stroking my cock with her hands. "Jane! What if someone sees?!" She looked up with raised brow, "Jeremy...you want me to stop?" I opened my mouth but nothing came out. She took that as consent and swallowed my cock to the base, over and over until I felt like I was going to blow. She stood up and tucked me back into my pants. "Not so fast cowboy." I found it adorable when she used North American slang in her Danish accent. "First you need to fuck me stupid." Then she grabbed me by the hand a dragged me home.


Messily, we exploded in the door. I was tearing my clothes off as she pulled her dress down over her tits and her hips. Biting her bottom lip, she revealed the black and white corset and garter set she had on, with no panties. Jumping on me, we fell onto the couch. She put me inside her and set the pace with a brisk cowgirl fucking. Halfway through she started clasping at her corset strings. Together we pulled it off, freeing her sizable chest. This always left me awestruck. She had the perfect shape and proportions. He tits were the prominent feature on her upper body but not of her whole body. They were an amazing teardrop shape with perky little nipples, like cherries on top of a cake.


Standing up, she walked to the end of the couch and bent herself over it. I walked over, as gracefully as a naked man can, and started eating her out from behind. She showed much appreciation for this but gestured the she wanted me to get to it. So I grabbed her hips and entered her from behind. I fucked her slowly and started to increase the pace as time went on. She started spooling up, and it seemed like I was well on the path to redemption. I knew I could cum at any time but I wanted to make sure she came first. I was fucking her very hard at this point, really tossing her around. She was screaming and I felt her shudder so I buried my cock as deep as I could and blew my load. For a second I felt the relief of a job completed but then she yelled out "DEEPER!!" But I was already balls deep and I was already cumming. I tried to start fucking her again but it was already apparent we had come short of her finish line. She gave me a meek smile over her shoulder. The elephant in the room grew larger.
 

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Chapter Two

Lately we both have been burying ourselves in our work. Partially because we have things to do and partially because we didn't want to talk about what was obviously bothering both of us. I've just had a particularly challenging day at work but now I seem to be on top of it. It feels good to have a little control of something.

I walk from the platform onto the RER train from Charles de Gaulle. Traffic is such a nightmare I can't be bothered to drive anywhere. I'm reviewing my emails on my phone, to make sure I've tied off all the loose ends, when my phone rings. It's Jane. She sounds bubbly and asks about my day. I give her the coles notes. She says she is just finishing up work but that she ran into the strangest person today, her ex, Marcus. He has a new girl and she's "so cute" and Jane invited them both over for dinner tonight. This sounds like the least fun night in history but I bite my tongue. She asks me to stop by and pick up some good bottles of wine. She has the food covered. See you at home and we hang up.

Great. This shouldn't be awkward. Dinner with the guy who used to fuck my wife and the new girlfriend we know nothing about. I really don't know anything about this Marcus either. I've never seen a picture and I've heard very little about him. Mostly just that he kinda sucked at the relationship stuff and he really likes women. I can't imagine a guy who'd get bored of Jane.

I've been daydreaming so much I've nearly missed my stop. I run into a Monoprix and grab a few bottles of red. I hope this dinner is a complete flop so Jane and I can enjoy most of this alone on the balcony later. I'm walking distance from home now but I'm beat so I call a taxi. The driver seems unimpressed to see me until I speak french, then he only seems moderately unhappy.

I take the lift up to the flat and walk in the door. I really love this space. I walk into the kitchen where Jane is cooking up a storm. She's got her hair tied up and that sexy little apron on. I'm just about to say hello when I'm suddenly shocked to see another woman in the living room doorway.
 

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Chapter Three

"Oh Honey, you're home faster that I expected! This is Marie, Marcus' girlfriend."

Cute is the prefect way to describe her. Marie is five foot nothing. Sharp facial features, red lipstick and blaring green eyes. Her hair is pulled back tight into a ponytail. She has on a colorful scarf, a tight plain tank top and really tight jeans. Really tight.

Marie greets me in french and I respond in kind. Jane asks why I look so shocked. "Sorry, I just didn't expect guests so soon. I was hoping to jump in the shower and wash the airport smell off me"
"Well Marcus is just in the toilet and appetizers will be ready in ten so why dont you go jump in the shower quickly?"
"Yup. Sounds good." I am dreading this less after meeting Marie. She's fucking gorgeous. I could talk to her for a bit.

Before I go shower I open a bottle of wine and pour the girls a glass.

I shower off. I debate whether to shave or not. I end up shaving because Jane likes it better when I eat her pussy that way. It's better to plan ahead, I find. I rifle through my wardrobe and find some jeans and a nice shirt before walking out to the living room.

I stop in my tracks as I enter the room. Holy shit he's black. Marcus is black. "Hello. You must be Jeremy. I am Marcus. Jane has told me all about you." he says in a thick french accent as he stands up from the couch and comes over to shake my hand. Holy shit he's huge. I am not a short guy but I look up at him. I'm a bit over six feet but Marcus has a good head over me. Holy shit he's cut. He has muscles showing through his shirt I didn't even know existed. His hands practically wrap around mine. "Yeah...nice to finally meet you." I manage.

The girls bustle into the room with appetizers and wine glasses in hand. "Oh good! You've met." declares Jane.
Jane has taken the apron off, revealing a seriously low-cut shirt. I've never seen her show so much cleavage in front of other people before.
"Come. Everybody sit. Dinner will be ready soon. For now lets enjoy this." Jane says as she flops down in the middle of the couch. Marcus and Marie find a spot on either side of her. I cautiously sit on another chair, unable to take my eyes of Marcus.
 

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Chapter Four

Jane's ex is a huge black guy. Well, shit
.

We talk about our jobs. He's a fitness coach. Shocker. We finish the appetizers. And the first bottle of wine.

I don't know why it matters. She obviously loves me.

We talk about the government, taxes and traveling. We eat dinner. Drink more wine. It's all delicious.

Jane seems happy with me .....but unsatisfied sexually. Maybe he is why. Or I am why.

We go down to the cafe for a little desert Marie is craving. Order more wine there.

I can't stop looking at him. I think I am covering it well but I am distracted.

We make our way back up to the flat and crash on the couches in the living room. One more glass of wine in hand.

This guy is a stallion. How am I supposed to compete with that?
 

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Chapter Five

I'm surprised. Overall the evening has been really enjoyable. Marcus has been easy going. Marie is really friendly and engaging. I am well and truly tipsy but I am sober enough to know we all get along. Suddenly I dont really care that this guy used to be with my wife.

I am sitting adjacent to Marcus, getting some fitness tips. Jane and Marie are sitting together on the big couch, looking very cozy. Jane's longer legs are overtop of Marie's, while Marie is leaning against Jane. I notice she is resting her hand very high up Jane's thigh. Huh. They sure are engaged in each other.

I see Marie lean in and kiss Jane on the cheek. I silently redirect Marcus' attention in the direction of the girls. Jane is still intently looking at Marie but hasn't reacted to the kiss. Marie leans in again and kisses her cheek. This time a little closer to her mouth. Marcus looks back at me with an approving smile.

No one has moved in what seems like minutes when Jane makes a very sudden movement. She kisses Marie back with vigor. Both the girls struggle to put their wine glasses on the table while remaining attached. It is awkward and very sexy.

I'm not sure if Marie pushed or Jane pulled but Jane ends up on her back on the couch. Marie is straddling her and they are both moving their hands all over each other while kissing passionately.

Out of nowhere, Marie stops. She looks up at Marcus and I and says "C'est ok, oui?" Marcus and I look at each other for a second. We both smile and shrug, then laugh. "Oui. C'est ok avec moi!" The girls immediately go back at it. Marcus puts up a huge hand and I give him a high five with a 'SMACK'. Maybe we're not so different after all.
 

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Chapter Six

Marie has her hands all over Jane's tits. I can't blame her. Marie doesn't have big tits but she has one hell of a booty. A fact that obviously has not gone unnoticed by Jane as both her hands are all over Marie's ass.

Marie starts tugging on clothes. She starts to pull Jane's top down but stops to sit up and quickly removes her own shirt. She reaches back, unclasps her own bra and throws is across the room in one motion. "Oui. Oui." Marcus mutters. He is sitting much more reclined now I notice.

Jane, in a move I've never seen from her, pulls her shirt and bra down and pulls Marie's head down feeding her her left boob. I let out a "Woah" and I see a smirk from Jane. I am now fully hard.

Shimmying down Jane, Marie gets lower down and start undoing Jane's pants. Holy shit. Are they serious? Marie answers that by pulling Jane's pants and panties off in one awkward tug. She nearly falls off the couch and both the girls fall into a fit of giggles.

But Marie doesn't waste much time laughing, diving face first right onto Jane's pussy. Jane lets out a deep "Ohhhhh!" Marie's hands are roughly grasping the insides of Jane's legs. I peek over at Marcus. He has one hand down his pants and one still holding his wine glass.

After a few minutes of eating out Jane, Marie stands up and shimmies out of her tight jeans leaving her standing in just a purple thong. She is tight. Tight little tummy with strong looking legs. Marcus must drag her to gym.

Marie turns to face away from us. She takes off her panties while folding her face to her knees. Fuck me. What an ass.

Then Marie positions herself so she is straddling Jane's face. "I've always wanted to try this." I hear Jane say from inbetween her legs. Marie's ponytail touches her back as she throws her head back. She leaves herself sitting up and enjoys the ride for a few minutes before putting her face back into Jane's pussy. I fucking love sixty-nine. I am now playing with my cock over my pants.

Evidently Jane is good at eating pussy as Marie is very vocally approving. Jane responds by speading Marie's lucious ass cheeks and burying her tongue inside her. Jesus Jane. Marie lets out a squeal. Jane now wraps her arms around Marie's waist and gets back on the clit. This was obviously the ticket. Marie lifts her head and starts to shake. Jane pins her down to her chest. Marie cums. Hard. Jane is still holding her down at she writhes. After she stops Jane looks back at us boys with a proud smile.

Marie sits up while rubbing her face and says "We are going to do THAT again later ma belle." Then her smile disappears and she focuses on me. Why is she looking at me? I see a strange glint in her eye but her face remains untelling. She steps off the couch, standing there completely naked. She bends over and whispers something to Jane who looks at me. Then back at Marie and nods with a smile.

Marie stands again. Then she slowly lowers herself on all fours. Head up. Back arched. Eyes fixed on me. She starts to crawl towards me. I look at Marcus. He just raises one eyebrow. Marie is a few feet away still slowly crawling my way. I look at Jane. She winks at me. I am dumbstruck.

Marie gets to me and pulls herself up onto her knees. Without delay she starts to unzip my jeans. My head quickly darts back to Marcus. He seems undisturbed. Marie pulls out my hard cock with her hands and immediately shoves it in her mouth. What the fuck! What are we doing? Marie takes her hands and puts them both behind her back. She looks up at me with those huge green eyes and swallows my cock. I am not huge but she swallows me like I'm not there. I don't know what we are doing but I am having a hard time caring right now.

Jane roles off the couch and onto all fours on the carpet. Her shirt and bra are pushed down over her stomach. She starts to crawl towards a sitting Marcus. Marie has not stopped looking at me and has not stopped inhaling my cock. Jane continues to crawl. Marie continues to suck.

Jane reaches Marcus. She smirks at him and unzips his pants. Marcus shifts and pushes his pants down to his ankles. Jane reaches into his boxers and pulls out the biggest, thickest cock I have ever seen.
 

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Chapter Seven

His shaved head is beaded with sweat. His mouth open with a maniacal smile, his tongue permanently sticking out with his white teeth contrasting against his dark skin. He stands. The muscles in his legs bulging, one up on the seat of couch and the other firmly planted on the floor. His big hands are wrapped around Jane's hips. They hold her hips up while he ruthlessly fucks her with long, hard strokes. Her skinny arms struggle to hold her body off the couch. Her hair bounces, disheveled and falling out of it's tie-up. Her tits bounce, out of control, off the top of her stomach and up to her chin. Her ass shakes as his hips hammer into her. His balls smack her clit with each hard thrust. Her legs shake, lifted off the ground and sticking out to the side. She is moaning so loud I'm sure all of our neighbours can hear.

Maria is now kneeling on the carpet in front of Jane. She is smiling and seems completely transfixed by both of them. Marie finished me off in no time with her mouth. She gave me a little break while I ate her out then tried to get me hard again. I got it hard enough to put it in her for a bit. But Marie got so distracted by the show the other two are putting on she just got off me and went over to watch them. None of them even notice I'm here anymore.

Marcus lets out a guttural roar but does not slow down his pace. Glimpses of his huge, dark cock come in and out of view. I can't believe how far he comes out while still being inside her. I am in shock she can take it. It is literally as big as Jane's forearm. And just when I can't decide if she is in pain or pleasure, I hear Maria say, "Il est ici." Here it is.

Jane's arms give out. Her whole body shakes and convulses. Her eyes roll back in her head. Marcus pulls her pelvis off off his cock as she twist and proceeds to squirt all over the couch. All over the floor. All over the coffee table and wine glasses.
 

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Chapter Eight

Jane sits on our bed wearing her bathrobe and drying her hair with a towel. She had to shower all the cum off. Hers and Marcus'. I am sitting on the corner of the bed staring at the floor. We haven't said two words since Marcus and Marie left. I don't know what to say.

"I want to do it again." Jane says suddenly.

I open my mouth but the words are delayed. "...A...foursome?" I manage.

Jane looks down at her hair then back up. Straight into my eyes. Unapologetically. "Marcus."

My head starts to swirl and my eyes begin to well.

Jane, as if reading my mind, adds, "I don't want this to change you and me."

Suddenly my words have no problem coming out. "WHAT THE HELL JANE?! You just want to be with your big hulking donkey dick black ex-boyfriend but you don't want you and I to change?I....."

Jane purses her lips, fifteen minutes ago covered in Marcus' cum. "I was so mad at Marcus for such a long time. He was sexually everything I could imagine but he was a shit boyfriend and partner. I just figured that whoever I clicked with like that sexually would end up as my husband and we would have kids and a house, blah, blah, blah."

She puts down her towel and moves a bit closer to me, sitting cross-legged.
"But I realize now that I was expecting him to be everything to me. And when I started dating you I was expecting the same thing. How is that fair? How can I expect anyone to fulfil all of my needs? How can one person be my best friend, my confidant, my travel buddy, my romantic savior and my perfect sexual partner? How can one person be all those things and more?"

Jane touches my arm now. "It was unfair of me to expect that of you. And it's unfair for you to expect that of me. I mean you're so close! You're as perfect as I could ever ask for!"

"But you are everything to me." I say. Pulling my arm away.

"What if I can't be."

"What does that mean?" I blurt out. I can feel my arm shaking. Is this over?

"I just can't keep going exactly like this." She quickly puts up her hands and adds, "I don't want much to change. I still want to be married to you. I still see my future with you. I want to buy a house with you and go on long walks around the river with you. But I need to change something sexually."

"Oh, so you want to be married to me but sleep with someone else? Great. That's perfect."

"It's not like that. I love that I can satisfy you! I yearn to pleasure you. I love your body and to make you feel good. And you, are the best at eating pussy I have ever met. I just used some of your moves on Marie! You're a pussy-eating-genius! But as far as my own pleasure goes....I don't get a ton more out of it than that."

Jane is looking at me like I'm going to explode but I just feel like I'm watching from above.

"So what is it that I'm not giving you that he can? Is it just the dick?"

"The dick is part of it. But not all. I mean, I feel like I need to be held open like that. I need to feel stretched and full to cum. And visually there is just something about a big cock that does it for me. But it's also his physique. Not just that fact that he's ripped but just his shear size. It feels so.....manly." Ouch. She continues, "and its his sexual attitude! He just takes what he wants. He manhandles me and makes me feel like I'm his toy."

"That does it for you? What if I was just more selfish and rough?" I say, half-sarcastically.

"I've seen you try and be rough. To take control. It's not enough."

"So, what? You want to spend nights and weekends with him? Split the holidays?"

"Actually, I have a proposal that I think is really reasonable. Or...one that you will understand. Eventually."

"Ok." Maybe I should just leave her. Catch the next flight to the US and leave this all behind me. Who am I kidding. I'm never going to get another girl like Jane.

"Marcus was doing a thing before, and maybe after we were dating."

"A thing?"

"Yeah. He has been, what is called, a bull to some couples."

"A bull? Um..."

"Basically, the couple stays happily married. They go about their normal lives. But, on certain days after work the bull come over. To pleasure the wife."

I sit, trying to process.

"He's no more than that. The bull comes in, usually dictates that one element of the couples lives for that few hours. Then he puts his pants back on and goes home. That's it."

"I don't know. I mean what am I going to tell people?"

"Don't you want me to be happy? Tell people. Or don't! We can set the terms to this. Customize it to our own needs."

"OF COURSE I want you to be happy!" I genuinely do. More than anything.

"Look. I believe that a person is not whole until they have complete segments of their lives. One of those segments is sexuality. I don't feel complete right now and I think this is the fix. The thing I've been too afraid to ask for."

I pause then stand up. "Ok. How exactly would this work?"

"I ask for two or three nights a week."

"A WEEK!"

"Yes. A week. For those nights Marcus come over. We can all chat about the ground rules but my ideal would be for him to completely dictate that time with us. It's his house. I'm his bitch for those few hours."

"Well shit. Do you want me to leave? Pretend I don't exist?" I feel so emasculated.

"Actually, I'd prefer if you were there. Kind of ....involved."

"Like a threesome?"

"No. Not like that. But I want you to help me get ready. Shower me. Shave me. Dress me. Eat me out to get me ready. And watch."

I just stare. I must be asleep. I pinch myself.

"And in return you have the other nights! I'll pleasure you just like I always have. You can even invite other women! Or you can just be with another woman, if that's what you need. Maybe you can be a bull to a nice Asian couple!"

She laughs and I manage to as well. Shit. Why is this making sense. I look at her for a long time before saying, "My biggest stress in life is that I haven't been able to pleasure you. Maybe this is the best solution. I really do just want you to be happy."

Jane jumps up onto me and hugs me tight. I can feel the relief in her body. She kisses me on the lips then over and over on my neck. Then she drops her robe and lies back onto the bed.
"Now. I need that magic tongue of yours. I'm awful sore."
 
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Chapter Nine

I wondered if I had dreamed it. A week went by and Jane hadn't mentioned anything more. It made sense when we talked about it but when I thought about it alone I became unsure. I want her to be happy but this was scary. So, maybe if I pretend it didn't happen it would go away? But it didn't, of course.

Jane told me that next Wednesday would be her "first day". I was to come straight home from work to help get her ready. I tried to be supportive but she could see I was frightened. Like a little boy. All day Wednesday I was vacant at work. Sitting and not really thinking. Not getting much done.

I came home that evening thinking I was a dead man walking. I had to force myself to keep moving. I put my bag down and my coat away before looking for Jane. When I found her she was standing next to the bathroom door, still in her clothes from work. Without smiling she told me to take my clothes off and come into the bathroom.

"My clothes?" I tried to confirm but Jane had already gone into the bathroom. So I undressed down to my underwear and followed her.

Jane was leaning against the counter. Beside her, on the counter, was a neat stack of lingerie and some black heels. She looked down at my underwear and slightly shook her head.

"Underwear too."

"I thought we were getting you ready. Why do I need to be naked?"

"I want to see your cute little dick when you are preparing me." I was shocked at her demeanor while saying something so mean. Hesitating a second I reminded myself I didn't have to do this. I could leave. Then I realized I couldn't. I wouldn't leave her. I slipped my underwear off and kicked it aside. I was looking at myself standing in the mirror. My dick looked to little and shrivled. How did I not notice it was so small before?

"Undress me." Jane commanded.

I walked over and cautionsly pulled her shirt up over her chest then her head. I reached behind her to unclip her bra. I struggled a bit and Jane rolled her eyes. I barely noticed as I was staring at her tits. Jane must've noticed me starting to get hard because she sternly said "This is not for you." I briskly went back to work, pulling her pants and her panties down to her feet and gently removing.

"Well don't leave the place a mess! Pick up my clothes and put them in the hamper!" She demanded while pointing to the laundry hamper behind her. I gathered her things up and skuried over to the hamper. By the time I turned around she had stepped into the empty bath tub.

"Spray me off with the shower head, then shave my legs and pussy. And dont forget my asshole Jeremy. And don't cut me. I want to be perfect for Marcus." I did as she required. Carefully shaving every curve. When it came to her pussy, I crawled into the tub underneath her. She lifter her leg onto the edge of the tub, triumphing over me with a little smirk. At one point I got a little to handsy checking for leftover hair and she slapped my hand. She then bent over and touched her toes so I could shave her asshole. It was tough to spread both cheeks and use the razor but Jane didn't offer any assistance. I then sprayed her off and fetched her a towel. I patted her dry before myself.

Jane walked me through putting on her garter belt, stockings and corset. She even had me adjust her tits to give maximum cleavage. I was rock hard. I couldn't help but notice she didn't bother with panties.

Grabing my by the hand Jane led my out into our bedroom and ordered me to lie down. Just when I thought she was going to jump on my hard cock, she stradled my face and sat down. Hard. My nose hurt and I couldn't breath but Jane didn't let up. She just kept grinding my face and yelling at me to stick out my tongue. Just as I would start pawing at her for air she would wait another ten seconds before gi ving me relief. Only briefly, the she would smack her ass back down. And, as another first, she told me to eat her asshole. We had never really done anything ass related before and this took me by surprise. I knew she was clean but I was still apprehensive.

After a few minutes of this she started grinding a bit harder, switching rapidly between her asshole and her pussy. I felt her legs shudder and squeeze my head. I started to panic. She came and clawed my legs.

Jane got off the bed and re-adjusted her corset and garter belt before swaying out of the bedroom. "Dinner should be done in the oven any minute." She called over her shoulder. I barely heard her as I was struggling to catch my breath.

I heard dishing clanging in the kitchen as I was putting my clothes back on. I washed my face as there was a bit of squirt running down my chin and neck. I was just starting out the bathroom door when I heard the doorbell.