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I looked to one side and saw a chair. I recognized it as a queening chair. The woman came back in front of me and said “first time?” and I nodded. She smiled broadly and turned to point at the floor in front of the chair. There was black foam and I understood that I was to lie on that, on my back, and then shuffle so that my head was under the chair.

“Oh it will be fun” she said.
“We can leave if you feel uncomfortable” she said
I noticed the emphasis on ‘you’ there.

I looked at the ‘outfit’ on the bed my wife had laid out for me.
Exciting stuff which I was more than happy to wear – in our bedroom.
But out in public, well, inside a club?
I really wasn’t sure.

Then Carla emerged from the bathroom and my cock sprang to full size.
This was going to happen.

..oo00OO..OO00oo..

My wife Carla is now 42 but still gorgeous. A real MILF. She takes care of her body and lips are still full and red hair still tumbles over her shoulders like on our wedding day 15 years ago.
I’m (Paul) still in good shape and our home life is good.
The kids are growing well, the money is OK, life is pretty good.

Our sex life goes through highs and lows – well, not so much lows, as it plateaus before we find something new. We tried a little light bondage for a while and had fun with it. Carla wasn’t comfortable about restrained, it made her feel nervous. I was more than happy to be strapped to the bed while she teased me for maybe a couple of hours before she rode me to a shattering climax.
We tried toys for a while. I loved watching Carla bring herself to multiple orgasms with a rabbit vibrator.
We tried spanking. Carla will often dress-up for me in the bedroom and I persuaded her to be the naughty schoolgirl who needed a spanking. Oh my word, she looked fantastic dressed in a short pleated skirt that just covered the tops of her sheer stockings, her 5” heels raising her to over 6 feet tall (being 5’ 8” naturally). He large breasts were squeezed into an old bra that was now too small for her 36E breasts and a tight cotton blouse was almost bursting over her swollen chest. Her hair was in two bunches and she wore slutty red lipstick.
I almost came when she laid over my lap as I playfully spanked her bare ass before she offered to blow me to show “she was a good girl”.

Oh yes, our sex life highs can be very high. But there’s only so many times you can re-visit the same thing before the law of diminishing returns kicks-in. A few spanking sessions later and Carla wasn’t enjoying it so much – I could tell.
I left it for a while and then suggested she be the schoolteacher and me the naughty schoolboy. Again, another night of fabulous sex after my ass was hand-spanked and then we found our daughter’s school ruler and she used that on me. Ouch.
Then the enthusiasm dimmed – from me this time.

The one constant in our sex life was that Carla loved me going down on her. I don’t know if I was especially good at it, but she always came, usually more than once. It was very seldom that we bleeped without me licking her out first. She did like to squat over me, gripping the headboard so she could wiggle her ass as my tongue, nose and chin all came into contacts were her sensitive areas.

We had even tried anal play. I loved the ‘idea’ of pegging – seeing a sexy woman Bleep a guy with a strapon was my favourite porn to watch.
Carla took some persuading but we bought a strapon and I prepared myself with butt plugs and plenty of lube. The problem though was that I couldn’t watch the action. The other problems were that it wasn’t very pleasurable and also Carla had trouble directing the Love Machine. She didn’t have the… push or hip control required to get a rhythm going.
Also, that night was the one and only time our kids interrupted our ‘kinky’ sex! So, that event holds bad memories for me!

We needed something new but we had tried… pretty much everything.

..oo00OO..OO00oo..

Carla stood in the doorway of the bathroom. My eyes always start at her feet. She wears fantastic sexy shoes. This evening, her calf boots with a 4” heel fitted her toned legs well before the fishnet stockings took my eye to the leather suspenders that were attached to the leather corset. Her breasts were barely contained and her black lace choker looked gorgeous under her face, with heavy eye make-up and full, red lips. Her hair was pulled back into a tight pony-tail.

She giggled as she saw my cock bobbing in front of me.
“Hurry up, the taxi will be here soon” she said and moved to the dresser where she picked up the riding crop and moved in front of me. She looked down at me (being now 2” taller) and trailed the crop over my chest.
“You wouldn’t want me to use this… would you?” she asked playfully. I smiled..... continue reading