broke out on my skin and I was breathing hard, climbing, climbing until...yes! My pleasure broke. I cried out, almost sobbing in relief, sagging back onto the bed. The release had taken the edge off this all-consuming need that simmered.
"That was quite the sight, sweetheart," Jake murmured from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, where he’d been silently watching me. Heat burned in my cheeks at being caught.
"I'm so sorry. Please, don't spank me."
He pushed off the doorframe and came to sit next to me on the bed. Thankfully, I was face down and most of my intimate areas hidden. Running a hand down my damp back, he asked, "Why would I spank you? You did nothing wrong."
I turned my head to look at him, to see if he was telling the truth. From the soft glint in his eye, I could see he was being honest.
"You can touch your clit any time you want. You can touch your body, do whatever feels good, make yourself come even, anything except remove your cork. All right?"
Relieved, I nodded and relaxed all my tense muscles.
"I've got a treat for you."
A treat? I smiled. "Really?"
"Go over to the bar and I'll get that cork out. Then you can go use the washroom. I'll get you dressed and then I'll show you. Come on, sleepyhead. Out of bed before I decide to fuck you again."
He must have seen something flare in my eyes because instead of pulling me from the bed, he groaned and just pulled my hips up, leaving me with my head low, my face turned to watch him. "Forget it. I can't wait." Jake opened the front of his pants and fucked me. Only later, after he gave me pleasure again did I make it to the bar.
After cleaning up in the washroom to remove the copious amounts of seed that ran down my legs, Jake showed me a plug. It was completely different than a cork, which resembled a wooden spool for thread. The plug he slowly worked into me was similar in width to the corks I'd worn previously, but it was long, oh so long, perhaps the length of my hand. He'd told me it was to train my ass for his cock, which was thicker and longer than the plug that now sank deep, very deep within me.
Not only would it fill me all day long, but the training began with his pulling it almost all the way out, then pushing it fully in again. Over and over, just like his cock had fucked my pussy. I was, for the first time, glad for all the greasy, messy ointment that was in the pill. Having Jake work me like he had would have been excruciating otherwise. As I held on to the bar, with a hard wooden plug fucking my ass and surprisingly heating my blood once again, I realized how generous and thoughtful my husband was.
An hour later, I sat on the very edge of my chair, leaning forward so the large plug didn't push into me any further than it already was. Sitting at the dining room table, this dainty position forced my corseted and exposed breasts forward outlandishly, a deep line of cleavage visible along with my protruding nipples. They were tight and almost itchy, as if they needed to be rubbed. I longed to touch them, to tug on them to soothe this prickly feeling. I refused to give in to the notion in front of Jake and at the dining table. It was completely inappropriate.
“More coffee?” Jake asked, holding up the pot. Why did he seem completely at ease with a scantily clad woman seated across from him? Was this normal? It seemed so to him.
I leaned forward, holding my mug out to him to fill; as I did, my breast dipped into the syrup on my plate. It coated the underside of my right breast where I couldn't see, but I could feel the sticky substance.
“Oh!” I was so embarrassed. My bare breast had been in my plate of food. The way they stuck out, the way my bottom was filled, how could I prevent it? Why was everything so hard? Would I always make such errors?
“Mm, that looks delicious,” Jake said, eyes flaring hotly at the sight. “We can clean that off several ways, sweetheart. I can lick it off you, I can use a cloth to wipe it away or