Jackpot. Chapter One
Disclaimers & Warnings: This tale includes, elements of BDSM, a healthy sprinkling of verbal humiliation, and 'scenes' of domestic v******e. Readers who are offended or triggered by such material are advised to proceed with caution or bail out now.
Feedback is welcome. Enjoy!
© SheriffBart 2020. All rights reserved.
~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~
It had started as a typical journey dream. In my dreams, I'm almost always traveling at night, exploring moonlit landscapes, trying to find my way...somewhere. On last night's journey, at some point I turned to find a beautiful young blonde smiling at me from the passenger's seat. Big blue eyes sparkled like those of an Elven princess. Hair flowed over naked breasts, full and firm. Her smile was an invitation I dared not accept. She was too young, too vulnerable.
Still guiding the big sedan down the dark highway, I reached over and pushed her to the far side of the bench seat. as if there was a spring on the door, she bounced back right back, closer than before. I pushed, she rebounded, each time closer, warmer, and more insistent. She was close enough now to reach past my stiff arm and her hands began sliding into my lap, probing my defenses, finding my hardened weakness.
We turned off the highway and into an empty parking garage. Under the cover of silent concrete, she breached my last line of defense. Deft hands wrapped around my Achilles heel, she assaulted it with lips and tongue devouring the last of my resolve. She rose, kissed me for moments that felt like a day, passion singing in my ears. She broke the kiss and reached down, positioning me at her threshold. She held my gaze, silently pleading. I cupped her breasts, caressed her face, wrapped my fingers in her silky hair, and pulled.
She gasped and lowered herself precisely, sliding onto my cock. She danced on my lap, delivering jolts of pure ecstasy as her strong, broad hips rose and fell. The slapping of her bottom on my lap echoed in the intimate space. An eternal instant later, she shuddered, contorted and opened her mouth wide in a silent scream. She smiled and dismounted, leaving me straining for more, throbbing in the sudden coolness of the night air. A kiss on the cheek, a parting smile, and she slipped away.
Rear doors opened. Two women climbed in. An older blonde who looks like Ann Margaret slid into the passenger side. She was mature and sensuous with hazel eyes that blazed with emerald fire. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. I caught the distinctive musk of sex on her breath.
“So Bart, how did you like fucking my daughter?”
“Almost as much as I like fucking you, you nasty bitch.”
I reached backward, and -- with the strength found only in dreams and comic books --grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over the back of the seat. She landed facing me with her ass high in the air pointing toward the door. I pulled her head toward me, calling attention to her daughter's unfinished business. She obediently lowered her face over my glistening cock to sheathe it once again. The air shimmered with the same energy on a different wavelength. I growled. She whined and sucked greedily. Using her thick blonde mane as a bridle, I worked her head up and down my shaft.
The current rose to dangerous levels. A valve opened and a torrent of lewd names flowed from me, bleeding off energy.
“Suck my cock you greedy slut. I'm gonna fuck your whore mouth, use it like your daughter's sweet little pussy! That's it. Open wider ,bitch. I”m gonna shove it all the way down your fucking throat!”
Caught up in the current, she moaned, obeyed, and swallowed. She caressed my legs, her tits, her pussy.
The other woman, no longer a silent observer, chimed in from the back seat. It's my wife Lilly's voice.
“Oh, Honey, that's so fucking hot. But you're still not being assertive enough. I wanna watch you top her, fuck her silly. I want to watch you make her cum. Here Honey, let me show you how it's done.”
I cocked my head and hurled a sarcastic dismissal.
“Pipe down, back seat driver!"
She giggled and leaned forward, craning her head over my left shoulder.
“Fine, be that way, mister grumpy-pants. I'll just jump in the front seat with you.”
She jumped through the roof of the sedan and when she landed - when she landed, we were all in bed. The young blonde was back. She lay on her back beneath me, hands clawing at me, legs pulling me in. I thrust my hips forward and rejoined our dance. She closed her eyes and thrashed her head from side to side.
Her...mother?
Yes, her mother was lying next to her. My wife - looking in my dream only slightly less like Rosario Dawson than she does in real life - was at my side, on her knees, bending over the blonde's mother. Somehow my wife mounted the other woman, drove her hips into her, and filled her with a massive, phallus that I'd never seen before. It was completely foreign, it was impossible. But somehow it looked...right.
The air rippled and shimmered, resonating with the sound of moist cavities and ecstatic women, sweating and writhing. Flesh hard and soft collided and melded. Lilly's eyes were full of fire and hunger. We kissed passionately. Her tongue danced along my lips, inside my mouth. Her tongue, her tongue...
~~~~~ Chapter One: Brentwood Lilly ~~~~~
Her tongue penetrated the sweet fog of REM sleep and teased the sensitive skin around my morning wood. I blinked and focused my eyes on a realm that was only slightly less erotic than the one I'd just left. Lilly looks like a cross between a movie star and a fitness model. Women have described her as stunningly beautiful. Her large, golden-brown eyes are dazzling, and her smile is beyond radiant. Years of almost-daily aerobics have given her a lithe, strong figure that belies her age.
She had just come from the in-suite bathroom. She stood beside the bed and bent over my lap. Her black mane of wavy, natural hair tickled my belly adding to the rush of sensation. I reached down and ran my hand over the smooth skin and taut muscles of her back, then followed the curves of her wide hips and round, firm ass. The softness of her skin under my fingers and the moist warmth of her tongue on my cock flooded my brain with pleasure.
“Ah, honey, that feels divine” I sighed. I stroked her head and spread my legs to give her more room to work her magic.
“Good morning handsome. I see you're finally awake. Were you dreaming? It sounded like a nice one.”
Oh, damn, was I talking in my sleep?
“Yes, it was very nice. I was dreaming about you in fact. It was...strange and erotic. A little odd, but pleasant. Not nearly as pleasant as this though.”
The counseling sessions that had resulted from the most recent storm in our 33-year marriage had elicited confessions and concessions. I had confessed my emotional need for sexual passion and a fetish for verbal humiliation. She had confessed her inability to refrain from teasing other men, and her intense desire to seduce other women.
The main concession was the decision to open our marriage. She allowed me to date other women. I allowed her to explore her polyamorous nature with other men and women. As she jumped at the chance to fulfill bisexual desires repressed for years, I tried to find the balance between intimacy and eroticism. We started with The Ethical Slut as our guidebook, embraced the epithet, and threw ourselves into the wild world of swinging and polyamory.
Lilly was a 'switch' - dominant with other women, but submissive with men. My natural passivity frustrated her. To be honest, it frustrated both of us, but we dealt with it differently. I dealt with it mainly by spending hours fantasizing about seductive women. She coped by logging on to OKCupid and Fetlife in search of voluptuous women and more assertive men. Allowing her to be her true self meant sharing her with other people. But it also made her very happy and appreciative. And - on this particular Saturday morning - very hungry. She knew me better than anyone, so it was no surprise that she soon had me moaning incoherently.
It's really not fair waking me from a sound sleep with a hungry mouth on my cock. My mind is so fuzzy in that state that I don't have full control over my responses. These morning treats are sometimes so brief and intense that I'm convulsing and spurting in her mouth before I'm fully awake.
The emotional resonance from this morning's dream made it even harder to resist. The best I could do was slow her down. I grabbed her curly mane and pulled her mouth from my cock.
“You greedy little slut, you're gonna make me cum in your mouth”. She looked up at me, and stroked my shaft.
“You say that as if it's a bad thing”. She lowered her head and sucked it deeply into her mouth, moaning for her reward.
“Oh, fuck yeah, suck it deep, you greedy Bitch!” I groaned. I entwined my hands in her thick hair and began bucking upward, fucking her mouth. There was no pretense at trying to hold back. I gave my slut wife what she wanted – what we wanted. I convulsed, arched, and yielded. She sucked harder, moaned softly, and gulped it down.
As I lay spent, trying to recover my senses, I thanked God for my sweet, slutty wife, as I often do on mornings like this. She snuggled up against me and laid her head on my chest. I reached over and gently guided my index finger into one of her nostrils. She snorted and slapped it away.
“Cut it out, can't ya!” she cried in her best Bugs Bunny voice. She reached over and squeezed my lips together, turning my snappy comeback into gibberish. Annoying your spouse is one of the pure joys of matrimony.
She tilted her head skyward, opened her mouth wide, belched loudly, and giggled.
“Ah, such a refined lady” I quipped.
“Being a lady is highly overrated. Sluts have much more fun.” It was our routine call and response, as familiar and comfortable as other couples exchanging 'I love you's over the phone.
“However”- she continued, licking her lips - “This slut's feeling a bit cheated. You didn't give me nearly as much protein as usual. We haven't messed around since Tuesday morning. There should have been more in the tank. Have you been um...playing solo this week?”
“No, but”- I began sheepishly - “There was an...unplanned withdrawal last night. I was going to tell you all about it this morning, but before I could get around to it, you were in Brentwood Hello mode. While you were out playing unicorn with Ron and Wendy, I had a bit of an adventure of my own last night. ”
She propped herself up on one elbow and her face lit up. “Spill the beans Frank! And don't leave anything out. I want all the horny details.” We were both voyeurs and loved to hear about each other's adventures. Some of our best sex came after dates with other people, as we swapped stories and got revved up all over again.
“Okay, you incorrigible wench. Here's what happened.”
Feedback is welcome. Enjoy!
© SheriffBart 2020. All rights reserved.
~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~
It had started as a typical journey dream. In my dreams, I'm almost always traveling at night, exploring moonlit landscapes, trying to find my way...somewhere. On last night's journey, at some point I turned to find a beautiful young blonde smiling at me from the passenger's seat. Big blue eyes sparkled like those of an Elven princess. Hair flowed over naked breasts, full and firm. Her smile was an invitation I dared not accept. She was too young, too vulnerable.
Still guiding the big sedan down the dark highway, I reached over and pushed her to the far side of the bench seat. as if there was a spring on the door, she bounced back right back, closer than before. I pushed, she rebounded, each time closer, warmer, and more insistent. She was close enough now to reach past my stiff arm and her hands began sliding into my lap, probing my defenses, finding my hardened weakness.
We turned off the highway and into an empty parking garage. Under the cover of silent concrete, she breached my last line of defense. Deft hands wrapped around my Achilles heel, she assaulted it with lips and tongue devouring the last of my resolve. She rose, kissed me for moments that felt like a day, passion singing in my ears. She broke the kiss and reached down, positioning me at her threshold. She held my gaze, silently pleading. I cupped her breasts, caressed her face, wrapped my fingers in her silky hair, and pulled.
She gasped and lowered herself precisely, sliding onto my cock. She danced on my lap, delivering jolts of pure ecstasy as her strong, broad hips rose and fell. The slapping of her bottom on my lap echoed in the intimate space. An eternal instant later, she shuddered, contorted and opened her mouth wide in a silent scream. She smiled and dismounted, leaving me straining for more, throbbing in the sudden coolness of the night air. A kiss on the cheek, a parting smile, and she slipped away.
Rear doors opened. Two women climbed in. An older blonde who looks like Ann Margaret slid into the passenger side. She was mature and sensuous with hazel eyes that blazed with emerald fire. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. I caught the distinctive musk of sex on her breath.
“So Bart, how did you like fucking my daughter?”
“Almost as much as I like fucking you, you nasty bitch.”
I reached backward, and -- with the strength found only in dreams and comic books --grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over the back of the seat. She landed facing me with her ass high in the air pointing toward the door. I pulled her head toward me, calling attention to her daughter's unfinished business. She obediently lowered her face over my glistening cock to sheathe it once again. The air shimmered with the same energy on a different wavelength. I growled. She whined and sucked greedily. Using her thick blonde mane as a bridle, I worked her head up and down my shaft.
The current rose to dangerous levels. A valve opened and a torrent of lewd names flowed from me, bleeding off energy.
“Suck my cock you greedy slut. I'm gonna fuck your whore mouth, use it like your daughter's sweet little pussy! That's it. Open wider ,bitch. I”m gonna shove it all the way down your fucking throat!”
Caught up in the current, she moaned, obeyed, and swallowed. She caressed my legs, her tits, her pussy.
The other woman, no longer a silent observer, chimed in from the back seat. It's my wife Lilly's voice.
“Oh, Honey, that's so fucking hot. But you're still not being assertive enough. I wanna watch you top her, fuck her silly. I want to watch you make her cum. Here Honey, let me show you how it's done.”
I cocked my head and hurled a sarcastic dismissal.
“Pipe down, back seat driver!"
She giggled and leaned forward, craning her head over my left shoulder.
“Fine, be that way, mister grumpy-pants. I'll just jump in the front seat with you.”
She jumped through the roof of the sedan and when she landed - when she landed, we were all in bed. The young blonde was back. She lay on her back beneath me, hands clawing at me, legs pulling me in. I thrust my hips forward and rejoined our dance. She closed her eyes and thrashed her head from side to side.
Her...mother?
Yes, her mother was lying next to her. My wife - looking in my dream only slightly less like Rosario Dawson than she does in real life - was at my side, on her knees, bending over the blonde's mother. Somehow my wife mounted the other woman, drove her hips into her, and filled her with a massive, phallus that I'd never seen before. It was completely foreign, it was impossible. But somehow it looked...right.
The air rippled and shimmered, resonating with the sound of moist cavities and ecstatic women, sweating and writhing. Flesh hard and soft collided and melded. Lilly's eyes were full of fire and hunger. We kissed passionately. Her tongue danced along my lips, inside my mouth. Her tongue, her tongue...
~~~~~ Chapter One: Brentwood Lilly ~~~~~
Her tongue penetrated the sweet fog of REM sleep and teased the sensitive skin around my morning wood. I blinked and focused my eyes on a realm that was only slightly less erotic than the one I'd just left. Lilly looks like a cross between a movie star and a fitness model. Women have described her as stunningly beautiful. Her large, golden-brown eyes are dazzling, and her smile is beyond radiant. Years of almost-daily aerobics have given her a lithe, strong figure that belies her age.
She had just come from the in-suite bathroom. She stood beside the bed and bent over my lap. Her black mane of wavy, natural hair tickled my belly adding to the rush of sensation. I reached down and ran my hand over the smooth skin and taut muscles of her back, then followed the curves of her wide hips and round, firm ass. The softness of her skin under my fingers and the moist warmth of her tongue on my cock flooded my brain with pleasure.
“Ah, honey, that feels divine” I sighed. I stroked her head and spread my legs to give her more room to work her magic.
“Good morning handsome. I see you're finally awake. Were you dreaming? It sounded like a nice one.”
Oh, damn, was I talking in my sleep?
“Yes, it was very nice. I was dreaming about you in fact. It was...strange and erotic. A little odd, but pleasant. Not nearly as pleasant as this though.”
The counseling sessions that had resulted from the most recent storm in our 33-year marriage had elicited confessions and concessions. I had confessed my emotional need for sexual passion and a fetish for verbal humiliation. She had confessed her inability to refrain from teasing other men, and her intense desire to seduce other women.
The main concession was the decision to open our marriage. She allowed me to date other women. I allowed her to explore her polyamorous nature with other men and women. As she jumped at the chance to fulfill bisexual desires repressed for years, I tried to find the balance between intimacy and eroticism. We started with The Ethical Slut as our guidebook, embraced the epithet, and threw ourselves into the wild world of swinging and polyamory.
Lilly was a 'switch' - dominant with other women, but submissive with men. My natural passivity frustrated her. To be honest, it frustrated both of us, but we dealt with it differently. I dealt with it mainly by spending hours fantasizing about seductive women. She coped by logging on to OKCupid and Fetlife in search of voluptuous women and more assertive men. Allowing her to be her true self meant sharing her with other people. But it also made her very happy and appreciative. And - on this particular Saturday morning - very hungry. She knew me better than anyone, so it was no surprise that she soon had me moaning incoherently.
It's really not fair waking me from a sound sleep with a hungry mouth on my cock. My mind is so fuzzy in that state that I don't have full control over my responses. These morning treats are sometimes so brief and intense that I'm convulsing and spurting in her mouth before I'm fully awake.
The emotional resonance from this morning's dream made it even harder to resist. The best I could do was slow her down. I grabbed her curly mane and pulled her mouth from my cock.
“You greedy little slut, you're gonna make me cum in your mouth”. She looked up at me, and stroked my shaft.
“You say that as if it's a bad thing”. She lowered her head and sucked it deeply into her mouth, moaning for her reward.
“Oh, fuck yeah, suck it deep, you greedy Bitch!” I groaned. I entwined my hands in her thick hair and began bucking upward, fucking her mouth. There was no pretense at trying to hold back. I gave my slut wife what she wanted – what we wanted. I convulsed, arched, and yielded. She sucked harder, moaned softly, and gulped it down.
As I lay spent, trying to recover my senses, I thanked God for my sweet, slutty wife, as I often do on mornings like this. She snuggled up against me and laid her head on my chest. I reached over and gently guided my index finger into one of her nostrils. She snorted and slapped it away.
“Cut it out, can't ya!” she cried in her best Bugs Bunny voice. She reached over and squeezed my lips together, turning my snappy comeback into gibberish. Annoying your spouse is one of the pure joys of matrimony.
She tilted her head skyward, opened her mouth wide, belched loudly, and giggled.
“Ah, such a refined lady” I quipped.
“Being a lady is highly overrated. Sluts have much more fun.” It was our routine call and response, as familiar and comfortable as other couples exchanging 'I love you's over the phone.
“However”- she continued, licking her lips - “This slut's feeling a bit cheated. You didn't give me nearly as much protein as usual. We haven't messed around since Tuesday morning. There should have been more in the tank. Have you been um...playing solo this week?”
“No, but”- I began sheepishly - “There was an...unplanned withdrawal last night. I was going to tell you all about it this morning, but before I could get around to it, you were in Brentwood Hello mode. While you were out playing unicorn with Ron and Wendy, I had a bit of an adventure of my own last night. ”
She propped herself up on one elbow and her face lit up. “Spill the beans Frank! And don't leave anything out. I want all the horny details.” We were both voyeurs and loved to hear about each other's adventures. Some of our best sex came after dates with other people, as we swapped stories and got revved up all over again.
“Okay, you incorrigible wench. Here's what happened.”
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