Immediately after I got off work, I went home to pick him up and we went out to dinner with his parents, which is the tradition for Wednesday evenings. It also served to dampen my lust just a bit. Dinner was followed by a trip to three different Walmarts in search of a particular board game for our Saturday night NYE game night, and finally a return home.
It was almost bedtime, so I was in the bedroom, about to get undressed for the bed. I was standing next to the bed when Roland came up behind me and started kissing my neck. My neck is one of those “instant on” erogenous zones of my body. Immediately I get wet, even with the barest touch of his lips. It was unexpected so that makes my reaction even stronger. Instantly my flesh was covered in chill bumps and a moan escaped me. I reached up to the archway for balance because it also made me feel light-headed at the rush.
He continued to kiss and nibble my neck, quickly moving to breathe in my ear and bite at my earlobe. Less than 60 seconds after he first touched me and I was already putty in his hands, which he then reached around me to squeeze and play with my breasts and nipples. With each squeeze, my pussy contracted and my clit twitched. His hands work magic on my body, I’m telling you!
Next he deftly stripped us both of all of our clothes, allowing them to pool at our feet. He trailed his fingertips and fingernails all over my body, making me jump and writhe and moan and gasp. Every inch of my skin felt electrified. At this point I was practically clinging to the archway to hold myself up, wishing desperately for a cross to which I could be attached and lean against. Little did I know how much weaker I was about to be!
Very suddenly after all of those teasingly light caresses, he gave my right ass cheek a resounding SLAP! I felt wetness drip from my pussy lips. He immediately followed with another smack to the left cheek. Apparently that was just a warning to me, because from that point he slapped one and then the other, back and forth and sometimes more than once on the same cheek until I couldn’t stand still. Hell, I could barely stand.
I asked him then if I could move to the bed and he answered by leading me there. I crawled onto the edge of the bed, assuming the position: ass up, face down. He resumed his swats, giving me the most thorough spanking I have had in years! My poor tushy was on fire! Tears welled in my eyes and it wasn’t long before I was whimpering and even flinching in anticipation of the next hit.
Because he knows me so well and reads me and my body like a book, despite being an almost complete novice at spanking, he stopped right at the moment when I was beginning to seriously wonder if I would be able to take any more. He dragged his nails across my raw and tender cheeks. And then admired his handiwork.
“Baby, you should see how red your ass is. I can’t believe how marked up you are!” This prompted me to tell him that he needed to get my camera to take some pictures. Once he got a couple of nice ones, he showed them to me. My heart leapt with glee, as it had been a very long time indeed since my ass had been lit up like that!
We put the camera down and then he moved up behind me on the bed, his magnificent cock rock hard and ready. He pushed his cock into my drenched pussy and again I moaned, very loudly. I loved the way it felt when he pressed up against my tingling ass. With each thrust his pelvis smacked against me, keeping the pain fresh.
Unfortunately, I was not able to remain on my knees for long since I’d already been there for a while and my bad hip started screaming at me. That’s not a good pain at all! So he flipped me over, spread my legs wide, and shoved himself inside of me again. Now instead of his pelvis against my cheeks, I felt the friction of the sheets underneath as I moved with his rhythm.
The novelty of our new activities didn’t leave much of a need for anything to enhance the excitement, but I wanted some dirty talk anyway. We exchanged dirty snippets of details from the night before to egg each other on. Thinking about another man’s cock inside me only made him fuck me harder. Finally with a jerking spasm, Roland shot his hot orgasm into my pussy. I felt it spill over and run down the crack of my ass.
By this time it was well past our bedtime, so Roland crawled to his side of the bed and was soon asleep. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and perform my bedtime tasks of brushing my teeth and hair. Also, I had to spend some time admiring my rosy-red ass. Normally my skin will mark well, but it always fades quickly, so I wanted to enjoy it while I could!
The next morning, it all seemed a bit like a dream and I’d mostly forgotten it. Until I staggered from the bed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet for my morning pee. Youch! I was still tender! After I finished my business, I again looked in the mirror. If anything, my marks were darker than they were the night before! All along the crack of my ass and at the outer edge of my cheeks was bruised and red. I couldn’t believe it!
My ass was too tender to sit for more than half an hour at a time all the next day at work. I would sit for a bit and then stand for a bit. Basically sitting until my ass hurt and then standing until my back started to ache. I actually enjoyed it quite a bit. I would text Roland periodically throughout the day, to share my progress. And of course my pussy throbbed right along with my cheeks. Nothing makes me hornier than to be physically reminded by my body of previous abuse, hehe.
Before going to sleep the night before, I had asked him if we could go shopping to buy me a new outfit to wear out the next evening. His/our new friend had invited us to a fetish/burlesque show at a local nightclub. I was anxious to meet her and wanted to look hot. So after work on Thursday afternoon, we headed to the mall in hopes of finding a sexy new outfit for me. Unfortunately, it was an almost fruitless search. I was able to get two pairs of hot thigh-high stockings to go with a sexy outfit I’ve had for a while and don’t wear often, mostly because I’d forgotten about it.
There was no frisky playtime that night, because we were both tired after a long day. And I think we both wanted to save up our sexual energies for our hot date the following evening! I did make my first actual direct contact with her, though. I was getting nervous at the thought of meeting someone and trying to dress up to impress her. As a performer in burlesque shows herself, I considered her to be something of an expert and I was a bit intimidated by the possibility of her scorn. So I emailed her to ask if she had plans prior to the show, to see if she wanted to come over and help me get ready. Also I figured it would give us some low-pressure casual time to talk and get acquainted in a comfortable environment. Unfortunately she said that, while she would normally love the idea, she did actually already have plans beforehand and would be meeting us at the club. I thanked her anyway and told her how much I was looking forward to it.
Try as I might, I could not quell the butterflies in my tummy throughout my work day on Friday! All I could think about was the evening ahead and all of the prospects it held.