How I Became A Spanko - Sex Stories

How I Became A Spanko

... own needs while I took care of mine, and I also liked watching her masturbate, especially as she neared the point of no return. Her breathing would become labored, and she would close her eyes and lean her head back, then emit little whimpers, increasing in volume as lift-off became imminent. Finally, her body stiffened, and her whimpering morphed into one long monosyllabic utterance, which she would attempt to stifle by biting the knuckle of one hand. It turned me on so much, I would reach my own orgasm just watching her! I do not suppose my own masturbatory performance was any less captivating, although there is no video evidence of this, unfortunately.

When we were both finished having our way with ourselves, we would open our eyes and look at each other, smile self-consciously, as though embarrassed, and shake our heads back and forth slowly, like what just happened did not really happen. And we never discussed it afterward. Our sorority sisters would have thought we were lovers for sure, although we never had what one could describe as conventional sex, if there is such a thing between two women. We were just two typical sorority sisters getting naked and having tremendous orgasms together. But if I had to guess, I think our spanking sessions were more pleasurable for her than having her taco eaten.

That was still a couple of years before I met the man who helped me understand my own sexuality. Needless to say, I married him and have been satisfied on all counts ...

... ever since!

As I sit on our couch, still waiting for his arrival from another late night at the office, and daydreaming about my sorority initiation and the magnificent awakening of my inner-spanko, I reach down between my legs to touch myself again and realize my panties are saturated with vaginal secretions.

When will that man get home?

It is getting dark outside, and the streetlights are on, so I get up and close the curtains of our big picture window; no free show for our neighbors tonight. I take off my clothes and leave them in a pile on the couch, sniffing my wet panties before placing them on top. Then I set the paddle down next to my clothes, walk into our bedroom, and climb into our bed, naked. As I fight to resist slumber, with two fingers in my tight vagina and my thumb pressing on my clitoris, my thoughts drift to the things my husband and I will do to and for each other this week-end.

I also imagine what it would be like if I met Taco again, almost four years since our last spanking and mutual masturbation liaison. I hope she still has her paddle!

Although sleep is closing in on me, my libido is raging with wanton desire! I feel so wicked and lecherous, I would bury my face between her legs and eat her taco ravenously if she was here right now, and I would not stop after thirty seconds.

Maybe that will be my next Literotica fantasy!

As for my husband, he will figure out what to do when he gets home and sees what I left for him on our couch...