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.
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.