Chapter 3: Fantasies and desires

Charles and Mary reveal their true desires and fantasies.

Over the next few weeks, we continued to play and experiment with the toys.

One afternoon, after returning from work, as we started to change out of our work clothes into more comfortable clothes, I interrupted her, before she had even put on a t-shirt, playfully, “Wait, we need to try the nipple clamps. It would be wasteful to have bought them and not used them, wouldn’t it?”

Mary smiled at my comment, “Yes, what a saver you are! Anything to make the most of it.”

“Let me put them on for a while.”

I went to the cupboard where we kept all the toys, took out the clamps, and came back in front of Mary, who was still topless, her t-shirt in her hand.

Her nipples were not erect, so I said to her, “I think we need to get them erect; I’ll have to do some extra work,” and bending down, I moved my mouth to her left nipple and started licking and sucking on it.

She gasped at the contact with my mouth and added with a laugh, “What a good husband! You try to save even if it costs you an additional effort.”

I sucked on her delicious nipple until it was hard and erect, but I didn’t stop then and continued to enjoy it, holding it with my lips and running the tip of my tongue over the tip of the nipple.

After a while, she said, continuing the playful tone, “I think it’s ready now; I don’t want you to work too hard.”

“I don’t mind the effort; I like to do things thoroughly.”

I took one of the clamps and put it on her left nipple, adjusting the screw so that it would press, not too hard but not so that it could fall off.

She winced as she felt the pressure.

I then approached her right nipple, licked it, and sucked it, enjoying her skin and her scent. I adored her breasts, and she loved me fondling and playing with them.

As before, once erect, I continued to suck it, enjoying the moment. I could tell by the hitch in her breathing that the combination of the pinch of the clamp on her left nipple and my mouth on her right was turning her on.

I took the other clamp and put it on her nipple, causing her to flinch again

She put her t-shirt back on and looked at me, “So what do we do now?”

“Carry on with our usual activities, or what did you think?” I replied with a smile, causing a surprised expression on her face.

We read for a while, picked up some clothes, did some laundry, and later, Mary prepared dinner while I set the table. All the while, I glanced at her from time to time to see how she was reacting.

Through her T-shirt, I could make out the clamps hanging from her nipples. When she stood up or turned sharply, I could see the clamps move and pull on her nipples, causing her to flinch.

After dinner and clearing the table, I took her by the hand and said, mischievously, “Let’s go to the bedroom; check how the clamps worked.”

“There is no need to check anything. Since you put them on me, I’ve been feeling the continuous pressure all afternoon, like you’re pinching me, and the tugging on my nipples every time I move too much. They’re driving me crazy; I’m so excited.”

“Well, you know I’m very meticulous, and I like to check everything,” I replied, laughing.

Arriving in the room, I sat on the bed, guiding her to stand in front of me. I took off her t-shirt and stood admiring her breasts. I took the clamp on the left and slowly opened it. She wincedas all the blood flowed back to the tip of her breast. I quickly brought my hands behind her back and pulled her to me, brought my mouth close, and took her nipple into my mouth, just enveloping it, to soothe her sensation of pain and also to enjoy the feeling of the nipple.

After a while, I removed the clamp from her right nipple and again applied my mouth to soften the impression. I began alternating between the two nipples and increasing the intensity of my actions, sucking and licking more and more firmly. Mary was clearly enjoying my attention, her eyes closed and her head thrown back.

With my hands on her arms, I turned her towards the bed and guided her until she was lying on the bed.

“Let’s see if the clamps have worked in other areas,” I said, as I grabbed the waistband of her trousers and panties and pulled them down until they were off. I brought my face close to her pussy and saw that it was very wet; her labia was swollen and turgid. When I removed the panties I had already seen that they were soaked with her fluids, which must have been oozing from the excitement caused by the clamps.

I knelt between her legs, parted her legs, moved my mouth to her sex, and ran my tongue around it, causing her to moan again with pleasure. Then I applied my mouth to her clitoris, sucking it in. At that point, she closed her legs tightly around my head, put her hands in my hair, pressed my head against her sex, and said in a husky, excited voice, “Keep going, please, keep going like this.”

I kept licking and sucking her clitoris for several minutes. Even though it looked like she was about to cum, I thought she wanted to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. She moaned non-stop and encouraged me to continue: “Keep going; it’s delicious; keep going; keep going; lick me.”

My hands went to her beautiful breasts, which I began to fondle and knead, fiddling with her swollen and sensitive nipples, which excited her even more, as her gasps indicated.

Finally, she climaxed, coming with a scream, as she pressed my head hard against her burning sex with her thighs and hands.

When she released me from her sensual grasp, I lay down on top of her and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed in and was able to enter without any resistance; her pussy was fully lubricated and eager to receive me.

She wrapped her arms around me and held me with her legs around my ass as she said, “Fuck me; I want to feel you cum inside me and cum again.”

I wanted nothing else. I started to push my cock all the way in and pulled my cock out until only the tip was left, running all the way inside her pussy, which enveloped me with its velvety texture. My rhythm quickened until I finally came, spurting what seemed to me like endless streams of warm, thick semen.

This triggered her second orgasm, which was followed by others as we continued like this, with me on top of her, moving over her, stimulating her clitoris with my pubis while my cock stayed inside her, as she moved under me, moaning, panting, and enjoying the pleasure with her eyes closed.

Finally, exhausted, I lay down next to her, hugged her, and said, playfully, “Looks like the clamps are working.”

We continued to enjoy our newfound enthusiasm for several weeks, taking advantage of the excuse provided by the sex toys. We introduced them into our games and tried different ways of using them, but after a while, I seemed to notice that the pace slowed and we tended to fall back into a routine again. I decided I had to talk to Mary before it was too late.

One Monday after dinner, I brought up the subject, “I’m really enjoying this period. The sex toys have been a lot of fun, and I’m really enjoying it with you, but I get the feeling that we’re falling back into our routine, as if the ‘flame’ has gone out. I wouldn’t want us to go back to the way things were. I know that the rhythm can’t be kept up, and it’s logical that we’re getting a bit tired. But I’m afraid to go back to before. Maybe we should try other toys, or try reading stories, or better still, we could think of our own fantasies.”

“Yes, it’s possible; I haven’t thought about it. Maybe you’re right.”

“Why don’t you tell me some fantasy of yours?”

Mary replied reluctantly, “I don’t really know ... I don’t have any...”

“I can’t believe you don’t have any. Haven’t you ever thought of any erotic situations? Something that turns you on even though you wouldn’t dare to do it? Everyone has them, and it doesn’t mean that they want them to become reality or that they don’t love their husband or wife. There are women who have fantasies of rape, of making love to several men, or of doing a striptease in a club.”

“Well, the truth is that I have fantasized...” but she didn’t continue.

“Yes?”

“I’ve had fantasies about what it would be like to have sex with another man,” she said at last. And quickly she added, “But it doesn’t mean I don’t love you; they’re just fantasies. I’m totally in love with you, and I really enjoy being in bed with you.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve already told you that everyone has them, and it’s not bad.”

“Well, I’ve even dreamed I was a prostitute too. I don’t know why I’ve had those fantasies. Maybe it’s because I think I’m not 20 anymore, and I feel like I’m not attractive. Maybe I need to feel desired. Also, I’ve never been with another man, and maybe I’m intrigued by what the experience would be like. After all, you weren’t a virgin when we got married, and you had had sex with a few women, but I was a virgin. I know you are attracted to me, but I don’t seem to be attracted to anyone else. No one has ever approached me with the intention of flirting or asking me out on a date.”

I tried to reassure her, “I can assure you that you are very attractive. I think most of your co-workers ‘drool’ when they see you. And no one asks you to date because they know you’re married to me, and we’re very happy. And don’t feel guilty; they are fantasies. If they make you enjoy yourself more, great.”

“Well, what about you? What fantasies do you have?”

Now it was my turn to feel a little shy, “Well, ehhh ... I’ve dreamed that we had a threesome.”

“With another woman?”

“No, with another man. I find it very erotic to see a woman satisfying two men at the same time, for example, with one cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. You are so attractive that any man would go crazy and lust after you. Maybe it’s also a way of showing off the beautiful woman I’m married to, of saying to another man, ‘Look what a gorgeous and exciting woman I have, for once you can see how wonderful it is to make love to her’.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered by this hidden desire to ‘show me off’ or offended that you want to ‘share me’,” she replied, smiling, “And any other fantasies?, I’ve told you two.”