3. A New Kink

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One of my favorite things is making out. It takes me back to a time before blowjobs or handjobs or sex, where kissing was the only thing you could get away with, and it reminds me of the days when you were just discovering what it meant to be sexually attracted to someone and what that meant about you. So when we spent the evening making out on the sofa, I was pretty happy with that.

She lay me down on the cushions and we kissed. Sometimes it was chaste, a series of long pecks, no tongues, just closeness. Sometimes it was messy, saliva stretching from her mouth to mind messy.

The air on top was hot. She wriggled and writhed all over me, running her hands up and down my body as if she couldn't get enough of me. There's something about her cupping me between my legs that makes me instantly hard.

Then, as it does, kissing turns to grinding. With her on top, I could lie back and let her lead the way. She started by rubbing her whole body against me, her tits against my chest and her pelvis pushed against mine.

At first, my cock was stretched down my thigh and it was warm and awkward and missing the mark just a little. So when she sat up, I managed to rearrange myself. My dick now pointing up towards my belly meant she could sit on my hips and slide up and down.

Her skirt had written up, so it was just her panties and my jeans separating us. The sensation of frustrated dry humping always gets me worked up. My dick rubbing against denim and the thought that I could just be jerking off instead, but that this will lead somewhere eventually, is exciting.

I placed my hands on her hips so I could manipulate her movements and moved her up and down against me, faster and firmer. She responded by slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She didn't break eye contact with me as she popped each button until it hung open and I couldn't help it, I dropped my eyes to look at her breasts, heaving and bouncing as I continued to move her to and fro.

I cupped one in each hand and rammed my thumbs over her nipples, coaxing them into hardness. She leaned forward so I could take one in my mouth, letting me lick and suck and hold the nub gently between my teeth until she wriggled with frustration. I switched to the other side and her hand grabbed mine to keep squeezing and pinching.

I know she gets off on nipple play and the thought of the direct line of pleasure between nipple and clit making her wet was really turning me on. My dick was too hard for my jeans and I know she could tell by the way I was unsubtly bucking my hips against her. She got up, taking her shirt off the rest of the way and slipping out of her skirt.

Watching her, I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt before taking a second just to absorb how hot she looked. Black panties, no bra. Her curves were stunning and I wanted to slap her perfect ass and bite the spot where her hips dipped.

Grab the lube from the bathroom and meet me in the bedroom, she said. Leaving the bathroom, I kicked off my boxers and when I entered the room, she was standing there with her back to me. Her plump, round ass was supported by a thick strap around her hips and cupping each cheek.

I paused at the door, suddenly overexcited. I grabbed my twitching cock and stroked gently, waiting for her to turn around. When she did, she revealed the harness was for a dildo that she was touching the same way I was my own dick.

My balls grew taut against my body and I could feel myself become slick with pre-cum. She noticed, smiling, and said softly, surprise. I felt my heart beat speed up and my chest tighten.

We'd discussed this ever since she walked in on me watching pegging videos, but for it to actually be happening was a different story. My body clearly wanted it. I could feel all kinds of tingles in my belly and my dick was rock hard, but the anticipation was making me breathless.

Relax, she said. We can take this as easy as you need. She took some massage oil out of the bedside drawer.

Lie down. On my front, with my face in the pillow, I could smell my wife's perfume and the aroma of the oils. She started at my shoulders, kneading the knots until I moaned with relief, then gently worked her knuckles down each side of my spine.

She ran her fingernails across my lower back, making the hairs there stand on edge, then dug her fingers into my ass muscles. She massaged there carefully, taking her time on each cheek to caress and stimulate me until I was almost desperate for her to enter me. I could feel the dildo against my thigh, which made me shiver with anticipation.

How are you doing? She asked. Good.

I replied. I felt her lean over to get the lube, and I worked on slowing my breathing and relaxing my lower body. She kissed the nape of my neck, then trailed down my spine.

I felt her tongue come out and draw a line of saliva down the middle of my ass, pausing to trace circles around my hole before rubbing a cool slick of lube against it. It's just one finger, she said, and I pressed back against her until it slipped into me. We paused for just a moment, then she motioned downwards, a movement that made me moan.

Another I asked her, there was a fumbling and more prodding, this time more of a sense of being spread and filled. When she moved both fingers in a pulsing motion, my dick strained and my hips jerked helplessly as she slid her fingers in, then almost all the way out again, so slowly it made my toes curl. She did this again and again until my breathing was rough and my dick was drooling.

Please, I said through gritted teeth, fuck me. I felt her rise up behind me, then a new feeling, harder and colder, moving against me, lube ran down my thighs. I resisted involuntarily until she grabbed me firmly on the shoulder, leaned over, and bit me hard on the back of my neck.

The shock and arousal from this made my dick jump and my asshole relax, then she slipped just the tip inside. I hissed and tensed up from the sting and the heft of a 5-inch dildo subtly inside me. She stroked my back, pushing more, sinking into me more, filling me more.

It was hot as fuck. The submission and sense of being a bottom was intoxicating, and when she took hold of my shoulders with both hands and thrust for the first time, I thought I would explode. You like that? Her voice was steady and clear, Dom-like, so I switched to submission.

Yes, mommy, I'm a little slut for your cock. Do you want more? She asked.

Yes, mommy, please. She thrust again, a little deeper and a little harder, making me groan. She wiggled her hips, stretching me some more, and with the next thrust, she hit my prostate.

Ungrunted, unable to express anything else, this precombed squirted from my dick onto the sheets. My toes were tingling, and my legs were starting to shake as she crept one hand down to wrap around my dick and rub it in time with her thrusts, slowly at first, guiding the tingles at the base up to the top of my head, causing my stomach to ache and my dick to twitch uncontrollably. Each time she hit my prostate and sent a sharp buzz of power to my cock, and when this coincided with her fist around my dick, I thought I would black out.

Harder, harder. I moaned, and she drove deeper into me, her hips slapping against my ass, her hand moving faster around my dick. I was in ecstasy.