Cake and Cunnilingus

I had the most amazing weekend: fun, sexy, and indulgent, with my sissy husband and lovers.

The recent addition of my new lover/bull, (we were together for the first time last Thursday), has been incredibly positive, and rewarding already in ways I could not have anticipated.

When I told my husband and current lover that I decided to move forward with one of the men I’d been dating, their reactions were supportive and encouraging…as in, “you fucked him? That’s so awesome! I’m happy for you!” I can’t begin to explain how validated this made me feel; to hear the two men I love tell me how important my sexual fulfillment is to them, even when it is at their expense.

I was unprepared for how being with someone new would kick my sex drive into high(er) gear. It certainly didn’t hurt that my new lover is young, cute, and fun in bed. Whatever it was about our time together that got me going, it was so powerful, it had my hubby and lover exchanging e-mails warning each other about how ravenous I was.

On Friday, I spent the night at my lover’s. I attacked him as soon as we got in the door. He had a few surprises planned for me, but I was insistent; our evening out would have to wait. I was eager to try something new with him, and the diversion proved to be an excellent appetizer.

After our tryst, we went for a walk in a nearby park, and then headed to dinner. The weather was spectacular, warm enough for me to wear shorts and a light silk halter top. I decided to go bra-less, so that my pierced, (and therefore permanently erect), nipples would provide my lover with a fun visual distraction. When we finished dinner, we decided to indulge in dessert. We ordered the chocolate cake, which came with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce. I scooted over to his side of the booth, and we took turns feeding one another.

When we got back, my lover told me there was something for me on the nightstand, and to go open it. I walked into the bedroom to find an envelope leaning against the lamp on my side of the bed. Inside was a note with instructions to put on the lingerie, stockings and heels he set out for me, to sit on the bed and bind my ankles, put on a blindfold, then secure my wrists behind me and wait for him.

Like a good little slut, of course, I did what I was told. His hands felt incredible as he moved me where and how he wanted me, spanking my ass and then my pussy, pulling my hair, and pressing a vibrator against me until I came several times and motioned ‘enough’.

On Saturday morning we slept in, took our time canoodling before finally needing to eat a bit of breakfast, then enjoyed a shower together. We drove to a nearby Caribou for coffee and conversation. Once sufficiently caffeinated, we headed to Flirt Boutique in St. Paul. Flirt specializes in luxury lingerie, (high end designers…high end prices). Of course lingerie is one of my fetishes. I love it. I love wearing it. I love seeing other women wearing it. There were so many beautiful things in this shop, it was near-impossible to pick only one or two things.

After a long perusal, I found a super-soft kimono robe with lace trim and a bra and panty to try on. My lover found a stunning backless mesh teddy to try, as well. I could have spent far more time there and tried on lots and lots of things, (being pampered is another one of my fetishes), but I am a pragmatist at heart. The kimono would be perfect to keep at my lover’s place so that I stop stealing his robe. The teddy was added at my lover’s insistence. Who am I to argue with him?

After we wrapped up our shopping, we decided on a leisurely lunch at a nearby restaurant. There, we sat under a covered pergola, enjoying the mild, sunny weather, delicious food, and each other’s company. I felt so removed from the day-to-day, it was like being on vacation. (I’m a writer…it’s not like my day-to-day even warrants vacation!)

After lunch, my lover drove me home. I relaxed for a few hours, and once adequately rested, I let my hubby know I was feeling adventurous, and still in a mood to be pleased. The grin on my husband’s face was priceless.

There is something so satisfying in being able to point and say, “Your mouth. There. Now.”

I think this is called having your cake, and being eaten, too?

 

 

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