My wife is not normal. I mean she’s a 27 year old sexpot with a kinky side a mile wide. I never quite realized it until we had been dating for 9 months and I stumbled across some extreme websites in her browser history. At first, I thought it was someone else using her computer, so I cleared the cache and ran some other maintenance stuff then told her I cleaned up a bunch of old files on her computer. She thanked me and everything went on.
Two weeks later, I stumbled across the same websites in her browser history. This time I was sure no one else had used her computer since we were basically living together. I spent some time going through them. About half were erotica while the rest were picture and streaming video sites. The content was all over the place, from lesbian sex scenes to cheerleaders getting butt-fucked. The tamer sites though generally had a reoccurring theme of a woman being spanked. If this was what turned Justine on, then I might as well try it.
A week later we were sitting on my couch watching TV. The show kept having sexual references, and I was getting horny. My arousal was probably more associated with Justine’s head laying in my lap than the show, but that doesn’t matter.
I made some comment and she responded with “hey” and pinched my leg. Pinching has been one of my pet peeves since grade school, so I respond with “Stop it! Do not pinch me!”
“What are you going to do about,” she smirked as she pinched my leg again.
This just annoyed me more. For some reason, all those stories and images of women getting spanked flashed through my mind. I’m not sure what overtook me but I reached out and brought my hand swiftly down on her bottom over the blanket.
“Ouch” she said while sticking her lower lip out in pouty face. She reached back under the blanket and made quite a show of rubbing her bottom. “I’m sorry.”
“Then no more pinching.” I told her as I brushed her hair away from her face.
“Yes sire.” The show came back on and drew our attention for a while. Justine though had other plans. Halfway through the next show, she made a comment about the lead actress being slutty and I wanting Justine to be more like her.
“No baby, I like you just the way you are.” I tried to soother her.
“Liar!” She said, pinching my leg again.
“Hey, no pinching!” I said whacking her bottom a couple of time with my hand.
“Ooooh, I could barely feel that,” she taunted.
I was not going to be taunted like that, so I pulled back the blankets, exposing her shorts covered bottom. She tried to get up, but I pulled her forward and she guided herself straight across my lap. I spanked her clothed bottom a few more times just to get more taunts that the spanks were not hurting.
“Ohhh, that reeellyyy hurtts.” Justine swooned.
“Fine, then these can come down!” I said, twisting my torso so I held her upper torso under my left arm. Two thumbs in her waistband and her shorts and panties were down to her knees.
“HEY!” Justine protested, “No fair!” She tried to twist around but I was not having any of it.
Swack Swack Swack! I spanked my right hand down quick and hard until my palm started stinging. She wiggled about on my lap as her bottom turned pink. After a minute or two, my hand stung too much to keep going.
I looked at my right hand, its palm pink and hot. Her bare bottom was so adorable right now. A mild pink tint, though soft and smooth. I wasn’t sure what to do next, but Justine already knew what was going to happened. She slide off in a kneeling position then swung her knees around until she was straddling my lap. I reached up and held her on the sides of her upper chest.
“I’m sorrrry!” Justine said sticking her lower lip out. She looked so damn cute and sexy. She slid her hand down my side, cutting across my stomach to the top of my shorts. “I’m a good girl,” she said as fingers reached inside my boxers. “I promise to be good,” was her plea as she freed myself from its cloth prison.
She gently bit her lower lip while working myself up and down her slit. I could feel her wetness coating my shaft. Up and down she rocked. I wanted her right now! On the third upward stroke she asked, “are you going to spank me again?” Once my head touched her entrance, she tilted her hips forward and impaled herself on me.
“Ahhhh, yeeesss!” I moaned. It was more a natural response to my head popping into her tight, wet pussy than the question. Justine pulled upward, freeing me from clenches, then drove down again, impaling more of me into herself. I glided my hand down her sides then around her back to hold her ass. I helped her bounce on my lap until I was fully seated inside her pussy.
We both paused for a moment to savor the intimate sensations. She felt as tight as hot as ever, pushing me to be even larger than normal. The connection was overwhelming. Her sparking blue eyes starring back at me. Her pouty lips agape. This was making love.
I slide my left hand up her back until it reached the center of her shoulder blades then pulled her forward into my kiss. I locked our lips together in a deep embrace until her eyes drifted shut. Keeping our kiss going, I worked her up and down my shaft with my right hand, overwhelming her senses. Her blue eyes fluttered, and I felt her breadth slipping away.
I kept bouncing her on my lap, feeding the orgasm within. Her pussy surprised me when the spasms hit. I never knew her to cum so quickly, or so violently. I wanted to hold back, but her pussy was doing too good a job milking me. I just let go, joining her in ecstasy.
“OH YEA!” Justine screamed when the first shot entered her. “MORE!” she cried as her hips bounced about with a life of her own. I filled her with cum until we were both spent. The emotions flooding about between us. Justine collapsed over my shoulder, me still buried deep inside.
Neither of us moved until I had relaxed enough to be expelled from her. Without saying a word, she crawled off my lap, then taking my hand by its index finger, lead us to our master bedroom, and the shower in the accompaying bathroom.
I don’t think we said a single word until we were warped up in each others arms in bed. Not a stitch of clothing between the two of us.
“I saw your browser history,” I admitted.
“I was hoping you would. I didn’t know how to bring up my other side.”
“You really interested in all the stuff on those sites?”
“Mostly. There are a few things that don’t do it for me.”
“Feet, latex, hmmm…”
“Oh and gay stuff. I’m a one dick girl,” she smiled up at me as I felt a hand run along my side. “And it is this one.” She grabbed me and gently squeezed.
“Well then maybe we should try some of the other things,” I said grabbing her bottom.
“Another time, I have a better idea for tonight,” she said before slipping her head below the covers.
Try other things we did. We did everything you could think sexually, so long as it only involved the two of us. We didn’t share our other side with anyone else, until my wife started playing games with her girlfriends. Then things got interesting.