American Dream: Part 8 (Patreon)

Alfred: Thursday, 7:13 pm

I’d been waiting outside of our bedroom door for over ten minutes as Sarah ‘prepared herself’ to masturbate in front of me.  Despite her lighting my fuse the moment I walked in from work and me prodding since then to do it soon as possible Sarah had kept me waiting for over an hour.  Another in the list of new things that had been happening lately.  I could count on my hands the number of times Sarah had denied or delayed me in a sexual manner.  Unless there was some good reason not to Sarah had always been an eager and willing partner when the mood struck me, as I was for her.  Not tonight though.  Tonight she would let her hungry gaze linger, then break it before I could make a move.  She would sway her hips just a little bit extra and stretch her voluptuous body just so as she reached for things.  Never had a snug apron looked so damn good.  And when she bent over to check the meat in the oven she stayed there longer than necessary.  Every time she would catch me checking her out she would blush and giggle and waggle her finger in denial.  With a fresh new playfulness she enjoyed the tease and titillation of keeping her man on libidinous tenderhooks.  And honestly I enjoyed it as well.  The anticipation she aroused in me had me burning up!  You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife as we quietly ate our supper across from each other.

“Okay.”  Her voice calls from through the door.  “You can come in now.”

YES!

I swing the door open and step into the room to find her lying on our bed covered right up to her neck in blankets.  I chuckle.  “Cold?”

“Shhh.”  She giggles.  “You sit and watch.  No joking.  And don’t laugh at me!  This is hard enough as it is.”

“I won’t.”  At the foot of the bed she had pulled the antique armchair she’d inherited from her grandma that usually sat in the corner of the room as a fancy dust collector.  It sat dead center of the open space and strangely she had tied two short lengths of red string to the feet of the rear legs.  At the end of each was a shiny little jingle bell.  I cock my head to the side.  “Bells?”

“You hold them as you watch.”

“Hold them?  What?”

“Mm hm.  That way I can tell if your hands are staying true while you watch me.”  She says, her eyes wide and glimmering with mischief.  “You’re not allowed to touch yourself.  You can only touch me.  And only when I say you can.”

“Oh really?”

“Mm hm.”

“You set the rules now?”

“Mm hm.”  She giggles.  “Tonight I do.  I want you in beast mode before I let you loose.”

Beast mode?  That was a new term for Sarah.  “I think you’re over complicating this masturbation thing.”  I grin.  “But I’m game!”

I reach to turn out the lights to help set the mood but she shakes her head.  “Lights on.”

“The overhead light?”

“Mm hm.  I want…I want you to see…everything.”  Even as she says it she blushes, but forges on anyway.  “All of me.  Every inch of your wife’s naked body.”

“Oh my.  We are adventurous tonight, aren’t we?”

“Mm hm.”  She nods.  She looked so funny laying there with her head sunken into the pillows and the blankets tucked right up around her neck.  All I could see of her was her beaming face.  And yet, by denying me, it made me want to see her all the more.  I’d seen her soft body countless times yet my amorous curiosity yearned to see what lay beneath those covers as keenly as it did all those years ago when we gave our virginity to each other.

“Alright then.”  I walk across to the chair, my wife’s twinkling eyes following me as I moved, and sit down.  Looking left and right I find the bells I am suppose to hold.  Reaching down for the first one I lift it and discover that the string was actually elasticized cord, the stuff she and Faith used to make bracelets and crafts with when our daughter was little.  At first I thought she’d chosen it for ease of sitting but as I reach across and take the second I realize the nefarious nature of the stretchy string and bells.  Their length and the way they were spaced meant that I was forced to sit with my arms down and around the back.  With the tautness of the string near its limit there wasn’t the length to tuck them up onto the seat somewhere and if I let either of them go they would snap back down do the floor and announce their presence.  And placing them back to the floor silently would require me to move or slump in a very obvious manner.  She had effectively bound me to the chair without binding me at all.  “Clever.”

“Thank you.”  She peeps proudly.  “Comfortable?”

“Is this all really necessary?”

“Mm hm.” She nods.

Settling in I sit up tall.  “Ready when you are babe.”

There’s a long pause before she says.  “I don’t know if I can do this.”

I laugh.  “After all this?”

“Alfred!  Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not laughing at you.  I’m laughing at you being bashful.”  My voice warms.  “It’s okay Sarah.  It’s me.  It’s us.  It’s okay.”

“Okay.”  She says, gaining confidence from my words.  She takes a deep breath and whispers.  “I read that I need to let my erotic imagination carry me away.  I want you to use your imagination too.”

“Alright.”

She takes another deep breath to summon her courage then begins.  “I have a confession to make.  There’s somebody under the covers with me Alfred.”

I cock a brow.  “Oh?”

“Mm hm.”

I could plainly see that there wasn’t actually anybody else in the room with us, under the covers or otherwise, but I play along.  “Who is it?”

“It’s…it’s another man.”

The other brow rises.  “Oh?”

“His name is Rocco.  I met him in a shop in the city today.”

“Okay.”

She lets out a sight as her body stirs beneath the blanket.  What was going on under there?

“I saw him and I thought he was cute so I brought him home with me.  Mmmmm.”  Biting her bottom lips she closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan.  “Ohhhhh.  I hope you don’t mind baby.”

I sit transfixed, my body completely still with the exception my swelling manhood.  When she said she was going to masturbate I never expected a twist like this.  Where was this coming from?  Was this something she’d read?  Was this a fantasy of hers?  And where did she get the name Rocco from?  I scan my memory for anybody we knew by that name but come up blank.

At last she begins to push down the covers.  The fair, soft flesh of her neck and shoulders slowly glides into view.  I lean forward and damn near let go of the bells to bring my elbows to my knees.  I sit back again and clutch the bells tighter.

“Mmmmm.”  The blankets rise and fall and as they come back down more of my wife’s body is revealed.  I let out an audible breath at the sight of her full, heaving bosom.  Both of her hands were still hidden from view though I could see them moving along her hips and down her inner thighs.  She arches her back.  “Ohhhhh.”

“Wh-what’s Rocco doing?”  I ask in a hoarse whisper.

“Ohhhh, he’s teasing meee.”  She sighs.  “Ohhhhh God, he’s touching me baby.”

She’d barely done more than show me her breasts and I was already as hard as oak.  Instinctively my right hand goes to reach to touch myself.  The little bell let’s out a muffled jingle from within my fingers giving away my intention.  Sarah smiles and shakes her head.  “Mm mm.”

“Hahhh.”  I let out a hard breath.  A sweat had risen across my brow and my palms were damp.  I was not accustomed to being teased like this.  I was not accustomed to my wife denying me immediate satisfaction.  And I was certainly not accustomed to Rocco.  This was intense!  The blankets glide further down her body, the soft flesh of her belly the next part of her for my eyes to feast upon.  Still her hands remained covered.  What was happening down there?  “Wh-What’s Rocco doing now?”

“Mmmm, he’s teasing my pussy.”

“Oh Jesus!”  I huff and once more nearly drop a bell.  Gripping them hard I sit up taller and focus to contain the lust that was surging though my body.  Without even a touch there was already precum wetting my skin.

My wife twists and writhes and moans as with excruciating slowness the cloaking blankets inch down her petite yet curvaceous body.  Every new bit of smooth, supple flesh was just that much more gasoline on my fire.  And just as I was coming to grips with the slow reveal there is a sudden flurry and in the blink of an eye the blankets are kicked off of the bed.  After just an instant of hesitation Sarah opens her legs to show me EVERYTHING under the bright overhead light.  The rather lewd position in such lighting was novel enough, but what is revealed as she spreads for me is a one-two punch of head-spinning surprises.

The first surprise was that Sarah’s pubes…were gone!  Her curly brown muff wasn’t just trimmed but shaved as smooth as a baby’s behind.  My eyes bulge as I see my wife’s sex in a way I’d never seen it before.  There was nothing to conceal the mound, the labial petals, the dewy pink slit, and the tawny hood that swaddled her little clit.  Her pussy was as naked as the rest of her.

The second shock comes from what was in her right hand.  Her fingers gripping around the balls and suction cup base my wife held a tan colored phallus!  Watching me intensely she rubs the silicone penis over her sex, it already had a glossy sheen along its flank from where Sarah had been rubbing the shaft along her moist slit.  Just the fact she had it was wild enough, but it was the incredible detail of the toy that really had my head spinning.  The skin of the scrotum was realistically textured and dimpled.  The shaft actually had bulging veins and accurate contours.  And the perfectly shaped glans was a shade darker from the rest.  It straight up looked like another man’s erection!  My own boner surges in an effort to tear through my pants.

“Wh-Wha-What’s this?  What’s that?”

She giggles.  “I shaved.  Rocco said he prefers it.”

“R-Rocco?”  I swallow though my mouth is dry.  “You bought a dildo!?”

“Mm hm.”  She nods with that same naughty innocence.  “While I was in the city today.  I hope you don’t mind I went without you.  I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Surprise was an understatement.  Sarah went into one of those tawdry sex shops and bought a dildo?  It was so unlike her.  Wow!  Of all the things churning around in my head there was one question that rose to the top.  “Is it…is it bigger than me?”  I blurt.

“It’s the smallest one they had.”  She titters impishly while sidestepping the question.  Not that I needed an answer for what I could see plainly with my own eyes.  It was definitely a smidgen longer and a little bit thicker than I was.  The difference wasn’t massive but it was enough to make out with the naked eye.  This was the smallest dildo they had?  I damn near crush the little bells in my hands.  She lightly slaps the sex toy against her pussy.  “Alfred, meet Rocco.  Rocco, that’s my husband Alfred.”

“Oh my God.”

Her gaze glued to my face, mine affixed to the penis rubbing against her privates, she slowly begins to pull ‘Rocco’ up her fair body.  Wielding it like a paintbrush with the knob as the bristles she snakes it back and forth up her stomach until it is between her breasts at which point she turns it around to point upward.  Sliding it up her cleavage she reaches down, her eyes still staring straight into mine, and gives the dick a long, gentle kiss to the very tip.  Seeing my wife’s lips touch another penis fills me with most confusing and intense lust I’d ever felt.

“Mmm.”  She lets out a sultry hum.  “What do you think baby?”

“Think?”  I gasp.

“What do you think of Rocco?”  She croons in a sweet lilting tone.  Opening her lips she ohhh so gently wraps them around the top half inch of Rocco’s tip and suckles for a few seconds before pulling it away.  It makes a little kissy sound as it leaves her lips.  “Do you mind if Rocco helps me out a little?  He he he he.”

“Helps…you?”

“Mm hm.”  She nods as she slides the head of the dildo down over her left breast, the saliva from her kiss leaving a little trail behind it.  Circling the nipple with its knob she moans and writhes with sexual need.  “Mmmm.  God baby.”  Her hips thrust, her legs spread wider.  “I need a man so bad.”

“Oh God.  Oh Jesus.”  It took all I had to hold onto those damned bells.  Down below my dick ached it was so hard.

“What’s wrong baby?”  She asks with false innocence.  “You look all hot and bothered.  Is something wrong?”

“No!  Nothing’s wrong.”

“You look, he he he, ready to lose control.”

“I’m good.  I’m good.”

She bats her big brown eyes.  “Nobody’s been inside of me except you Alfred.”  Rocco begins the return trip toward my wife’s loins.  “I want your permission.”

“P-Permission?”

The dildo slips back between her legs and resumes rubbing against her bald, pink womanhood.  “Permission for Rocco to make love to your wife.  Permission to…”  She lets out a sigh of passion as the texture of the firm silicone slides over her clit.  “…ohhhh!  Rocco needs permission to put his big, hard…PENIS into my…wet PUSSY.”  Try as she might to sound smooth and seductive Sarah’s lifelong aversion to being a potty mouth makes her stumble over the naughty words.  Her clumsy language and bashful blush so at odds with the erotic nature of what was happening makes her all the more adorable and sexy.  “Ohhhhh.”  She moans.  “I’m so wet baby.  I need…I need someone inside of me so bad.”  She slides the knob up and down her wet slit and coos pleadingly.  “Your wife needs it baby.  God, I need it sooooo bad.”

“Ohhhh God.”

“How about it baby?”  She mewls.  “Does Rocco have permission?  Can Rocco make love to me?”

I hear myself answer right back.  “Yes!”

Part 9