Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night - Sex Stories

Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night

... her lips part and her tongue licked my lips suggestively. I opened my mouth and let her tongue explore. I grabbed both tits gently, squeezing as my fingers sank into their amazing softness.

She broke the kiss. "I do so love French kissing. How about you?" she whispered.

I swallowed and nodded. "I'm a pretty big fan myself."

She smiled and tried to step away. I reached around her leg and stopped her. She looked at me expectantly. Running my hand up the side of her thigh, I felt the silkiness of her fine hosiery. "Lift your skirt and open your legs a bit."

Maggie feigned surprise. "Oh my, what a bold man you are, Monsieur." But she smiled and did as I told her.

I made a blade of my hand and slid it vertically between her legs, with the knuckles of my index finger pushing into the gusset of her silky panties. I was not surprised to find her panties damp.

"And such anaughty girlyou are Babette, to be so aroused, after one glass of wine." I pushed upward into her vulva and heard her catch her breath. She moaned softly as she exhaled. Our eyes met again.

"Oui, Monsieur, I am very wicked. Perhaps you should ... chastise me?" she whispered.

I grabbed her waist and turned her away from me. "That is a wonderful idea." I lifted the back of her skirt. I couldn't help it and I groped her ass with both hands, before leaning down and placing a kiss upon both wonderful globes of her ass. Then I smacked both sides with a couple of quick flicks of my wrist. Despite my ...

... wife's dominant nature, this is something I am not unfamiliar with.

I waited for Maggie's initial gasp and her sighed response, then laid two more smacks down on her glorious cheeks again, leaving a new handprint over the first. I slid my hand back under her pussy to find it even more wet.

"Wicked indeed," I said. "I guess there's nothing to do about it." I spun her again so that our eyes met. "Babette, are you a slut?"

Maggie did a wonderful job trying to feign innocence. "Oh no, Monsieur, I do try to be a good girl."

I smiled and pushed my plate away. "I think it's movie time, Babette. Let's see what a good girl you are."

Maggie smiled at me. "I think Monsieur should perhaps change into his bedclothes so that we might cuddle on the sofa, and enjoy the film?"

***

Maggie had once again set up the sofa in front of the television. A red, silk, fitted sheet had been used to cover the couch.

I had already changed and was back in the living room when Maggie/Babbette came down the stairs with a big smile. Normally my PJs consist of an old pair of boxer briefs, but tonight I put on a pair of black satin underwear that Bobbi had bought me some months ago. I'd also taken a moment to brush my teeth and hair.

Maggie wore a nearly knee-length nightgown, that would have been very proper and demure, were it not entirely sheer. And aside from a matching white ribbon pulling her hair into a high ponytail, not another stitch.

"Oh, Babette you look gorgeous," I ...