The Letter - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Letter - Part 3

... stop Jess if needed although I hadn’t dared use it. I could only imagine the neighbours’ bewilderment at being woken in the middle of the night by a grown man yelling “ Tinkerbelle ” at the top of his lungs!” And then a parcel arrived. It was discretely wrapped in plain brown paper and was addressed to Jess. I recognised the name on the returns label as that of a ‘specialist’ toy and clothing supplier whose on-line catalogue Jess and I had perused together. I had no idea she’d placed an order. Jess’s face was a picture of delight when I handed over the package. Tucking it under her arm she scampered off to our bedroom, blowing a kiss at me as she disappeared. There then followed the sound of ripping paper accompanied by high pitched, girlish giggles. What the hell had she bought? I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Jess appeared in the bedroom doorway modelling her new purchases. She draped herself against the doorframe wearing a gossamer thin, black nylon body stocking worn with black patent-leather, thigh-high boots with heels so sharp they skewered the floor. Oh my God! The body stocking covered her completely but being translucent it revealed every inch of her sensual, shapely contours whilst swathing the entire package in my absolute favourite material. Oh my life! The sight of her dressed like that was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. Hips swaying, Jess sauntered towards me. Her long hair swished as she descended the stairs and on her face was the wickedest ...

... of smiles. As she approached me her green eyes glinted, cat-like. Everything about her begged to be fucked…and I wanted to fuck her, oh yes, I wanted that. I longed to reach out and stroke her, lick her, run my hands all over those smooth curves all trussed up in silky blackness. I yearned to slide my fingers between her legs and rub the thin web of material stretched across her sweet lady parts. I needed to make her twitch and buck as she surrendered to the crushing orgasm I induced as I sucked her honeyed juices through the micro pores of nylon. Oh I longed to make her come…but Jess had that dangerous look in her eye, and in her right hand was the whip. My skin still smarted from my last encounter with that punishing implement and although I loved the effect it had, I couldn’t take it night after night. It would hurt me too much to let her whip me again so soon. Jess strode towards me, heels clicking, whip swishing, smile growing…I had to stop her. quickly. Backing away from the advancing she-devil I issued an order, “on your knees.” Jess hesitated, her pupils dilating. “Now Jess, kneel. I need to pee.” I watched my beautiful wife’s chest heaving as her heart rate increased. “On your knees Jess,” I repeated resolutely. Undoing my trouser fly, I fished out my cock and held it firmly with both hands. “Open wide Jess. I want to piss in your mouth, right here, right now.” Jess began to tremble and her knees gave out from under her. She crumpled at my feet like a rag doll, the ...