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Twice in a row, Part 1.

"Maybe clean out, in case I feel like having fun."

There is only one response to that, for a couple of reasons. The first, and primary, reason is that she told me to do something. Generally, it is a good idea for me to listen to her. The second, and obvious, reason, is that if I'm clean, she might peg my ass.

Now, last night we were both super tired, and I was just expecting to go upstairs, shower, and get cuffed to the bed. But she went up first, and when I came in, she just told me to clean up, if I thought I could be quick. Well, earlier in the day, she had me clean out, but our son came home early, so we shelved plans. But I had taken Immodium, so I thought I would be quick, and I was. She put my velcro cuffs on and had me get face down on the bed. She had a piece of rope already under the bed, so it was a simple matter to pull my arms out and tie me stretched tight, face down and on my knees.

There was some correction due for minor infractions during the day, which she applied with alacrity and abandon, and then she was kneeling behind me. I hadn't stretched at all, and it was telling. It took at least a minute before I could take her to the hilt. Her dildo of choice is 1 3/4" and 7 1/2" long, and it's not something I would even have considered taking even a few years ago, and now, today's performance was sub-par.

I always hate it when I'm the cause of going slow. I just want her to line up and slide in, without inconvenience. But c'est la vie. Just try to do better next time, Millard!

Of course, I did take it, and she proceeded to ride me. First keeping my ass up and coming behind me, my legs on the outside of hers. Strapped down so hard I needed to turn my head to one side to breath, I was virtually defenseless to her, but that's not really a problem, because the foundation of our relationship is trust. And this is where I need to interrupt my story. I ALWAYS get emotional when she first starts sliding in and out of me. I tell her I love her, I trust her, that she's the best thing that ever happened to me, that I'm hers, that I love her (again)... You get the idea. I just feel so CONNECTED to her at that point. Anyway, back to the action.

She was between my legs, sliding in and out, holding onto my thighs, and after professing my love and affection, the noise coming out of my mouth devolved into an ululating moaning, with the higher end of the sonic sine wave coming when she thrust into me, the lower when she pulled almost out.

Then she just pulled out. My ass sank down and my legs spread out a little. I thought she was done for the moment. Maybe that was her plan, but maybe the sight of me popping my ass up with my legs spread wide gave her other ideas. She pushed right back into me, no hesitation, and I could feel her shift her weight onto my back. She was pushing down on my shoulders, her legs straight out, thrusting her hips up and down. The feeling was intense. She was pounding me into the mattress, and I could feel her sexy bra brush against my back each time as she came down into me, her breasts pressing into my back. As I have indicated elsewhere, time is not something I keep track of well while the first lady is having her way with me. She assured me afterwards it was not a long time, but I couldn't swear to it. I felt her weight come off of me. She leveraged herself up and out of me, and dismounted, pushing me down to get to the side. I felt her untying first one arm, then going around the bed and untying the other. I tend not to move until commanded to in these situations. If my shoulders are feeling the burn, as in these cases, I might ease the tension by shrugging it out, but otherwise I stay where she put me.

I felt her climb up onto the bed and sit at the top. Her feet hooked under my chest. She still hadn't told me to move, so I just lifted myself a little to give her access to my nipples. I writhed as she used her (quite dextrous) toes to manipulate them, tweaking the nipples and tugging at the nipple rings. I could feel myself getting hard, and she laughed (giggled really) as I moaned. It was an electric feeling.

She stopped, and stretched her legs out.

"Get on me, boy," she said, and pointed at her dildo.

"Yes, Abigail," I said, giving the only appropriate response.

She handed me the Sliquid lube, and I put a small amount on the head of her silicone cock. I put my leg over her torso, and with only the smallest nudge to line everything up, mounted on her.

When I am face down, getting ridden like a stolen horse, she doesn't usually talk dirty to me. Mostly she just uses her hands to good effect, sometimes her riding crop, and pounds away. But when I am on top, doing the work, she likes to play with my nipples and talk dirty to me. And the stuff she says is FILTHY. She talks about taking me to the dungeon, and fucking me in the ass in front of everyone, and offering up my mouth to anyone who is interested. She talks about tying me down and just leaving me there. She says LOTS of different things, and she REALLY knows how to work a nipple. This time, I didn't feel that internal rush that I felt the last few times when I came hands-free, so after a few minutes of riding, I started playing with my cock. She didn't stop me, and I know she noticed, so I started in earnest. I rode her as hard and as fast as I could, caressing her breasts and body with my left hand as I bounced up and down on her cock and stroked myself.

It took me all of a minute, I think, and while it didn't shake the foundations of my core like a hands free orgasm, it is still orders of magnitude stronger (and different) than a normal orgasm. I exploded all over the waist cincher she had put on, and let out a long, low moan.

Amazing. Truly amazing. Decades married, but this new (hell, not TOO new, more than 4 months) relationship has brought with it a renaissance of sexiness. I love the feeling of her being in control. I love what she does to and for me. It's truly wonderful. This was some of the best sex I had ever had in my life. A truly amazing experience last night. But, the funny thing is, it pales in comparison to what happened today, this afternoon. But more on that tomorrow.

Not hers, but pretty close. Hers is smoother and curvier

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