Stress Relief

[fnchristie81]

Christie rolled back fully atop her husband and stilled her movements, electing to milk his penis with her vaginal muscles for a few moments. She grasped his hands and pushed them overtop his head, intertwining her fingers with his. Her body pressed tightly to his, she reached her mouth up to kiss him sensuously and gently.

"Then I guess we'd better figure out how to train you to do it," she said to him. "Because it would be exciting to see you with another guy unloading in your mouth or ass." Slipping her legs down and intertwining them with his, she began short thrusts with her pelvis. "And the thought of you being taken while you're taking me....well...that's something I look forward to trying..."

 

[susurrus]

Christie definitely liked what I said, because next thing I knew, she had me pinned down to the bed. Even though I could have gotten away if I really felt the need, it was kind of fun to feel restrained by a sexy female body. What she said while I was thus "tied" to the bed had me wanting to do whatever turned her on.

"Well," I began, "you can always start with fingers, like I did. If I remember, the boutique had a toy section. We could pick something up there when we go to take them up on the job offer... if you're still planning to give that a try."

 

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"I think someone wants me to pick up that job," Christie teased. She kept up the slow, short pelvic motion just to keep Matt on edge. "But yes, I am figuring out how to make it work."

She whispered in his ear. "I think the security there must either be gay, or the women have something on the side with them. Because I know you at least wouldn't be able to last all day watching them wander around almost naked and getting felt up. Do you think they suck each other off during lunch breaks? Take each other up the ass? Or if the women do it for them instead of the men? Which would you rather? Take another guy like that, or watch your wife take them? Or mix it up here and there..."

 

[susurrus]

For her comment about not being sure about playing with others, she certainly enjoyed talking about it. I didn't mind. I tought it was hot. I wasn't sure how carelessly I'd just jump into sex with other people, yesterday notwithstanding.

Still, I wanted to play along...

"Baby, you know I want you to take that job, even if it's just once a month.

"You know, they might even have an initiation ritual for new hires. Maybe they have to get all the other employees off. Maybe it's a gangbang. The ladies might all strap on fake cocks and one after another, every guy and girl in the place gets a turn."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie's misgivings about STDs leapt to the forefront of her mind, but she forced it back down as quickly as she could. Especially since the idea of being taken over and over was enticing. Plus Matt mentioning strapped-on, fake cocks giving her a glimpse into how she could prepare him anally.

"Sounds fun," she answered after a heartbeat's delay as she processed. "I guess we'd better start getting your back door trained to handle it. Although I'm not sure what we can do to prepare you for the feeling of dripping into your underwear for hours afterwards. It's a really naughty feeling," she said sensuously into the crook of his neck, her lips brushing his skin. She'd just admitted her secret, perverse pleasure about Matt filling her up, then not having an opportunity to clean up before having to pull her panties back on and do something. Especially having to be in public afterwards.

 

[susurrus]

I knew there was a medical thought running through Christie's mind at all of this, but she was letting the fantasy take her away, letting the practical, far less fun realities take a far back seat. I knew there were risks, but at least at the moment, we were just playing. We'd only had one extramarital connection, and we'd have to trust that it didn't lead to anything unpleasant.

When she mentioned getting me prepared, there was none of the hesitation she'd displayed earlier. Maybe she hadn't considered that there were toys we could employ to supplement Christie's lack of protruding, penetrative organs. Now that the notion had been presented, I had a feeling the ideas were just roiling in that pretty mind of hers.

Then she mentioned something about "dripping into your underwear." I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, but I'd sure had enough pre-cum oozing into my underwear lately. Something made me think she was thinking something more copious.

"I've said for years, one of the most fun parts about sex is the mess." We weren't really fucking. Christie was moving just enough to keep things interesting. It was the conversation that kept me hard and her wet. "A gangbang would be team building like nobody ever dreamed of. It'd certainly make you feel closer to your fellow employees.

"And if you want me to make you drip into your panties, my pretty slut, you just say the word."

 

[fnchristie81]

"Yes, but that mess has always been me leaking," Christie scoffed. But then Matt brought up the gangbang, and the thought of having multiple men loosing their load into her was equal parts thrilling and intimidating.

"A gangbang, huh?" she asked contemplatively. She had been adjusting to the thoughts of just another person or couple, but Matt was really being vocal about this new topic. "Are you ready to watch your wife being taken like that? Repeatedly?" Having surpressed the other thoughts, this idea was rather growing on her and her vagina twitched in anticipation. "It might be kind of fun to try out," she said, not entirely teasing. Then she had another thought.

"But you did bring up  all newcomers going through this initiation. That means you, too hun. And you haven't even had your first guy yet. But it would be pretty hot, seeing you on all fours, guys lined up behind you, waiting their turn..." She didn't really know if she was playing to Matt's fantasy or not, but thought it was worth a chance since he'd brought it up.

 

[susurrus]

The gangbang deal was taking this "others" fantasy yet another step (or more) farther, but what the hell. Chances were good it would all remain just play. We'd tackle such things as they came - and as we were able to work up the nerve. That is, if they ever came...

Christie seemed to really like the idea of getting fucked again and again like that, though, and admitted as much. Whether I was ready for it in real life or not, it was an amazing step farther in the "game," and it just made it all that much bigger, that much more fun.

"Baby, as long as I got to be first and last, I would love to see you take on as many cocks as you could, real and fake."

I thought about the addendum she'd put onto her statement, then admitted, "If you find it hot, I'd be a fool not to try it." It was true. The fact that Christie liked the idea of me trying the whole "bi" bit, the fact that she admittedly found it personally arousing, made it a sure thing that I wouldn't let any societal bullshit get in the way of expanding myself... maybe even literally, where my rear entrance was concerned.

I then added, "When do you want to start?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt's initial reply had her somewhat excited. The opportunity to watch him with another guy would blow her mind, she was sure. Again her vaginal muscles clenched at the debased thought. But then he followed up with when she wanted to start. She started rocking a little more decidedly, contemplating what her husband was asking.

"I guess we'll have to start tonight," she finally answered, figuring that he was likely asking about training his rectum. The rest may be just fantasy. Or if it weren't, he might be disappointed in her comment, in which case she'd have to speed up her timeline.

"Of course, that depends on if you're a good boy and get all your work done," she gently reminded him. During which time, she would be furiously researching this new twist in her husband's thinking.

 

[susurrus]

I felt Christie's cunt grab onto my cock at the thought of multiple cocks and also at the idea of me getting fucked. If the chance for me to try bi ever arose, there was no way I'd be able to chicken out. Of course, the mind's eye visual of the look on Christie's face as I experimented with bi sex just made me want to try it more.

Then she threw in the caveat of "getting my work done." Well, fuck. She was right about that. I did have some shit I needed to wrap up before there should be any further playing once we were through here. I definitely wanted to go with her when she looked into the boutique job. We could shop toys while we were there, and a bikini for the party she'd suggested for the weekend.

"Well, fuck, girl. With an incentive like that, I'm going to have a hard-on the whole fucking time. Just don't take the boutique job without me."

 

[fnchristie81]

"Well, fuck, girl. With an incentive like that, I'm going to have a hard-on the whole fucking time."

Christie couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl. She began impaling herself in earnest on him.

"I'd hate for you to suffer like that," she said playfully. "Although it might come to be a bargaining point later!"

 

[susurrus]

Christie loved the hard-on comment and started to fuck me with intent in mind. She then mentioned something about a "bargaining chip," and wondered what the fuck she might mean by that.

"Hate for me to suffer," I playfully scoffed. "You would love it if my cock wouldn't go soft the entire time I was working. My mind's probably going to be on work only, maybe, thirty percent of the time as it is."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie sat up, looking down at her husband with wide, innocent eyes.

"Why would I want that?" she teased. "That's a waste. If it's going to be hard, it belongs right...here..." she said, sitting down firmly and clenching her muscles around the shaft embedded fully inside her. Her eyes fluttered in pleasure. "Although, you could call me for some relief if that it  does decide to perk up," she offered. Thoughts of servicing him the previous day filled her mind with a deviant glee.

 

[susurrus]

Even though we'd initially set this agreement up where I was the one in charge, I think it was pretty obvious we were both having too much fun with the other for either to call all the shots. We were going to do whatever we thought the other wanted us to, stated or not.

"Just that one hole?" I asked, knowing she loved having me in her mouth, and recently discovered her other hole wasn't as taboo as she once believed it to be. "Fuck, I might not get anything done at all today, if I'm supposed to call you every time my cock gets hard."

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was under no illusions as to what Matt was referring. She pulled his hands to her breasts as she rode him slightly more aggressively.

" That hole will have to wait until tonight," she teased him. Her hands dropped to his chest and she circled his nipples with the tips of her fingers. "A girl has to keep something as a reward, after all," she said. "And then you can get your revenge after I sample yours." Her hips again increased their efforts. "In the meantime though, you'll have to do  some focusing on work. And I can stop in from time to time to offer relief, even if you don't call." She was beginning to perspire from her efforts, and could feel it starting to slide down her neck before finding a path between her breasts and spine.

 

[susurrus]

I knew Christie would check on me during the day. She usually did when she was home. The difference now was, it probably wouldn't just be to see if I needed anything or to let me know lunch was ready. She also probably would have a lot more to show me than previous days off, too. Like the day before, I'd have to work fast and get what I needed done, so we could have some time to experience more. Yesterday had been incredible, even before we met Meghan. After that... holy shit.

I pinched Christie's nipples, being rougher with them than I usually was. Her glorious cunt was going to get me off soon, and if I played my cards right, I might be able to get her off again, at the same time I came.

"What are you going to do while I work?" I asked while we fucked. "You gonna research butt fuck toys, or watch gangbang videos and imagine yourself in the middle of a room full of cock?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie's eyes fluttered and she whimpered with pleasure at Matt playing rougher with her nipples.
"I am," she admitted, grinding her hips down to get some much-needed pressure on her clit. It didn't occur to her that she was admitting to planning on watching porn. Under other circumstances, she'd have been mortified. "One after another, each waiting to unload in my pussy. Or mouth."

She heard herself admitting this, but couldn't believe she was saying it to her husband. Even if he  had brought it up.

 

[susurrus]

Whichever Christie was confessing to didn't matter. I found it too much to resist.

My orgasm crashed over me, and I unloaded in Christie, cumming like I hadn't cum like, a million times the day before. I clamped down on her nipples as I came, hoping it might get her over the hump, too. I liked when we came together, even if it didn't happen often. Still, if it didn't, I'd gladly stay where I was and help my wife to another orgasm as the perfect start to the day...

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was taken rather by surprise when Matt suddenly clenched down hard on her nipples and thrust hard into her. She pushed back down on him, milking him as much as she could and enjoying the sensation of him losing his load safely inside her. Her hand snaked down and pinched her clit; she'd been teased enough on top of already having one orgasm already, so the next wasn't far off.

Sure enough, she followed quickly behind Matt. Her stomach tightened, drawing her legs up and sinking down far enough that she could feel Matt's tip pushing against her cervix, grinding almost uncomfortably as her hips bucked back and forth.

 

[susurrus]

My orgasm had begun to subside when Christie stiffened, and her own climax took over her. As always, I loved watching her cum and just laid there enjoying the show.

As always, I was disappointed when her cum started to subside, although I knew it had to.

Pulling her down on top of me, I whispered in her ear, "Put on a pair of panties when you get off me. Don't clean up." I was gambling that that was what she'd been talking about with "dripping" comment earlier.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie relaxed for a moment after cumming, but roused when she heard Matt tell her to put on a pair of panties-but without cleaning herself first. She reached her face up and kissed him gently with a soft smile, then regretfully pulled herself off from him. Pulling her dresser drawer open, she removed one of the skimpy pair that he had left her. Giving a coquettish smile over her shoulder, she bent at the waist and slowly slid them up her hips.

She elected to remain topless and walked past the bed. As she passed, she swiped her finger along Matt's shaft, gathering some of their combined juices. Winking naughtily, she tried to sexily lick her finger clean with just the tip of her tongue before walking out to start breakfast.

As she worked, she reveled in her newfound enjoyment of debauchery. Feeling especially deviant, she even began searching for some of the things Matt had brought up during their lovemaking-gangbangs (bisexual male and straight female), what she learned was "pegging", and MMF threesomes. She found many videos and erotic stories, opening multiple tabs on her tablet to watch later. By the time breakfast was ready, she had several hours worth of reviewing to do.

 

[susurrus]

Christie smiled, then gave me that look of, 'Oh shit, I hate this part,' and slowly pulled herself off my cock. It was the same feeling I had when withdrawing from her.

Unashamedly, she sauntered to her dresser and took a mighty long time finding underwear. Like I cared? I propped myself on an elbow to enjoy the view.

When she found a pair she liked, she drew them out with one finger and held them out so I could see. Again, didn't matter to me. She then proceeded to step into them. As she pulled them up, a big, white drop plopped into the crotch just as she pulled them tight against her well-fucked cunt.

While I hated to see any part of her covered up, she still looked damn hot. Walking away from the dresser toward the door, she had opted for the braless look. Good choice.

On her way out the door, she extended a finger and dragged it from my balls to the tip of my cock, getting my attention for the umpteenth time that morning. As she continued toward the door, she carefully inspected what she'd gathered. Just before walking out, Christie turned to grin at me, then sensuously slipped that finger into her mouth.

She then disappeared around the corner.

Wow. What a morning. I nearly wanted to go back to sleep. However, I'd been given a goal. It'd be foolish of me to piss around and fuck up the promise that had been offered if I met that goal.

I got up and cleaned up. Then, I sat my ass in the chair and got myself to work...

 

[fnchristie81]

After two hours, Christie left her "research" to go check on Matt's progress. Slipping silently into his office in case he was on a call, she caught his attention by turning away from him and slowly dropping her panties. As she did, she noted that while a good portion of what had leaked out had dried, there was still some oozing out of her. She turned around-slowly again-and as she approached crept lower and lower to the ground until she was crawling on all fours. She crawled around the base of the desk and nudged Matt's chair out, then resumed her position from the day previous inside the leg hole. Unlike the day previous, she wasn't there to tease-she pulled Matt's erection out and immediately started in earnest to coax a load out of him.

 

[susurrus]

I was in the middle of something fairly important (read: boring) when I bwcame aware I wasn't the only one in the room. When Christie saw I was paying attention, she smiled then turned around, giving a little hip wiggle, then proceeded to peel off the panties she'd put on earlier.

As suspected, it was a mess down there. The gusset of the underwear was a disaster, and a long string connected fabric to flesh. Still, it was erotic as fuck to me, especially that my Christie was willing to act this way for me.

Once she was nude, she got down and crawled under the desk, then hauled out my cock and began a serious effort to make me cum.

Of course, right about that time, the phone decided to ring. Fuck. Christie didn't seem inclined to give me a break. If anything, she took it as a challenge to either get me off while I was on a work call, or get me to make some kind of noise to make the person on the other end wonder what was going on...

"Hey, Bill, yeah, I'm just catching up on a couple things. Should be ready for the meeting next week..."

God, did I want to moan. Christie's mouth on my cock and her fingers caressing my balls felt so fucking good...

 

[fnchristie81]

While she was sucking Matt, the phone rang. She wondered how well he'd be able to control himself if she continued, so she decided to find out. Christie began to swirl her tongue around his shaft, coaxing it to twitch and flood her mouth. If Matt had a problem with what she was doing, he could always get her to stop, but then he had encouraged her to visit...

She heard Matt mention the name "Bill". She wondered which Bill it was on the other end-the handsy one that managed to snake an arm around her waist or have a hand on her hip or shoulder whenever she was close enough, or the more studious appearing Bill that was always respectful on the rare get-togethers to which she had accompanied Matt. For the first time, she considered both of them through the lens of prospective sexual partners. The former managed to be the way he was without having come across as creepy, and she figured he would be domineering in bed. That might be exciting, but could probably get old in a hurry. The latter would likely be attentive to her body far more than the other, but may lack inspiration and instead only do that to which he was directed. Again, something that may be exceedingly pleasant, but with its drawbacks. Mentally she shrugged-whatever she did with anyone would be Matt's decision, not hers. Something she was becoming surprisingly comfortable with.