Jill's Delight

By Jocelyn

Jill crooked her finger at Richard and lay back in the armchair with an air of detachment. Richard obeyed instantly, kneeling before her, looking up into her brown eyes.
"Ok, let's look at the goodies." She demanded, her eyes narrowing.
Richard rose and hesitantly took off his shirt. Jill nodded at his belt. He undid the metal clip, and pushed his trouser and underwear down, and stood naked before her. Jill giggled and pointed at his half mast erection. "That's not
going to be much good to me is it?" She rucked up her skirt to mid thigh and opened her legs. Richard gazed at the white thighs above her stocking tops and scarlet panties. The faint outline of her womanhood was pressed against the
frilly fabric and Richard's organ gained life.
"My, my, the greyhound's caught sight of the rabbit has it." She laughed, but as Richard reached downwards towards her she put up her hand. "Stop!" Richard halted, confused.
"Cara has said that you are not to be indulged tonight. In fact, when she gets you home you are going to have a very sore backside." She tittered. "Go on, tell me, does she really tan you if you misbehave?"
Richard hung his head. "It's not as silly as it sounds." He said defensively. "It means there's no recriminations. No sulking. She punishes me, then it's all over and done with... you know."
Jill tilted her head, her eyebrows creased. "No, I don't know?" She bit her lower lip and a sparkle came into her eyes. "Tell all... Come on."
Richard stood before her, unsure. His erection began to flag to what Cara referred to as half mast. "Well..." He began, his mind drifting to the lounge, wandering what Cara was up to with Kip. "It started about two years after we were
married. Cara found some mags in a drawer with pics of dominating women and asked me if it turned me on."
Jill's mouth formed an 0. "Go on." She urged.
"A week or two after, I'd had a bit to drink at some friend's place and Cara caught me with the hostess. I mean, just kissing, Jesus it was all innocent...."
"Piss off!" Jill cried. "An innocent kiss? Yeah right. No such thing."
"Well.... Anyway, next day Cara was sulking and not speaking to me. That really gets on my nerves you know? And even worse, she'd put on these black stockings and was wearing a short skirt that she knew would give me a flash of thigh
now and again, but I was on bread and water rations that's for sure. So I told her I was really sorry, and begged her to let me off. She just gave me a knowing smile and asked if I'd like the alternative?"
"Which was?" Jill prompted.
Richard paused, his cheeks, tinged pink. "She said if I liked dominant ladies so much then I could accept her punishment. I said ok. In fact, to tell the truth I had a few sudden butterflies in my stomach at that." Richard cupped his
testicles as he was talking and his erection started to reappear as he recalled the occasion. "She told me to take off my clothes. I was a bit surprised at how dominant she sounded, I'd not seen that side of her in all the time we'd
been married. Then she slipped off her dress and... Oh, Christ...." His eyes took on a dreamy quality and his erection became hard.

"She, she looked gorgeous. Black basque with a scarlet trim, suspenders holding up the stockings, black stilettos, and her blonde hair pushed up on her head. Then..." Richard looked Jill in the eye. "Then, she leaned over to the chair
and pulled a black riding crop from under a pillow. And just... Well, just stood watching me expectantly, her legs apart, her calf muscles standing out." He took his rigid organ in his hand and Jill waited until he began to massage
himself.
"Stop that!" Jill snapped. "Not until I say..."
Richard stopped immediately. "Sorry." He said. "Anyway I stripped off straight away. She ordered me to bend over the back of the sofa. Then she let me have it. I had to say sorry for what I'd done after each stroke. I suppose she
didn't do it too hard. At least, not that first time she didn't."
"And after that?" Jill asked, agog.
"When I turned around, she put her hand between her legs and unbuttoned the basque, giving me access to...." He shook his head a the memory. "She was terrific. Talk about carrot and the stick. It was a great way of settling things."
Richard explained how it had developed, onto a way of life.
Jill had become aroused at the sheer sensuality, her hand strayed between her legs and she drew a breath as she kneaded herself. "All right." She breathed out, arched upwards, hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them down,
slipping one foot out and opening her legs. Richard swallowed with anticipation.
"Tongue time." Jill grinned, "And take your hands off your dick... Dick. Men perform better when they are gagging for it." Richard again knelt. He leaned forward until his lips were just a few inches from Jill's pouting mons pubis. He
could smell the musk of her juices, the slim tuft of black bikini trim surrounding her slit. He put his hands either side of Jill's soft hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, descending
onto the gateway to heaven.
"Oh God, that's nice." Jill snarled through gritted teeth.
Richard's tongue began to seek Jill's clitoris, he spelled out an 'a' with his tongue, then 'b' as he worked his way through the alphabet. The clitoris was a stone button. He massaged it with his tongue. Jill pushed herself harder into
his face, her breath coming in short jerky gasps. "Oh, oh sweet Jesus.." She groaned.
His tongue vibrated as Jill moaned her ecstasy. Finally she gave a shuddering cry and threw back her head, panting for breath. Richard began to pull away, but Jill seized his head and pushed him back. "Nice and gentle now." She sighed,
and undid her blouse, lifting her pendulous breasts from their baskets.
"Well well." Cara said, entering the dining room. She was still dressed in her suspender slip, with stockings, but no panties. "I hope he's been good?"
Kip followed her in, still naked, his organ lolling between his legs, still bloated from the post coital exertions.
Richard's head started to turn, but Jill grabbed his hair and held him firmly against her. "Not till I say so!" She snapped.
Cara sniggered, commenting to kip, "that's all the pussy he'll get tonight."
"That's cruel." Kip replied with a smirk. His penis was already beginning its second assent of the evening, just watching Jill.
Cara sauntered up to the couple, returning Jill's feline smile. Kip watched Cara's rounded rear, the sway of her buttocks as she walked. Richard's eyes looked up at her but he dared not abandon his task. Jill's right hand kneaded the
back of his head, tousling his hair as his tongue flicked in and out.

Kip moved to the front of Jill. Jill returned his stare with an insolent expression, moistening her scarlet lips. Kip studied Richard's balls hanging uselessly under a rigid unrequited member. What a waste, Kip lamented idly.
"I've told Jill that she mustn't satisfy Richard tonight." Cara said, and leaned over Jill placing a kiss on her lips. As her blond hair fell across Jill's swinging breasts, Kip leaned forward and took Richard's balls in his hand.
Then he slid his fingers onto his prick and began to massage. Richard instantly began to ride Kip's hand, and Kip merely had to hold it still. Cara pulled away, her face pinched with annoyance as she observed the display.
"You told Jill not to satisfy him, but didn't forbid me." Kip said petulantly.
Then she broke into a smile. "Isn't it nice to see men lending each other a hand,"
Jill broke into a fit of giggles.
Cara raised her chin. "If you come, Richard I'll severely discipline you when we get back home. But Richard was at the point of no return and had already gone beyond reason. With a loud cry he climaxed!
Kip rose and stepped back, a superior smile on his lips, "Well, we've all shot our load tonight, one way or another, haven't we. Anyone for coffee?
 

By Jocelyn

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