How I changed Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

How I changed Pt. 01

... spoke. "Get on your knees."

"What?"

"Just bloody do it. Get on all fours."

Trembling, I did as ordered. He lifted my nightie and I felt his erection slap my bottom and immediately find the entrance to my pussy. With one thrust he was deep inside. His hardness and strength took me by surprise.

"You fucking whore," he shouted, "Your cunt is drenched. You're just a filthy slut."

No one had ever said such words to me. Strangely, I was excited and pushed my bottom back at him, wanting his cock even deeper. I needed to be taken hard and rough, a punishment for what I'd done.

"You slut, you fucking slut," he repeated while thrusting wildly, his firm penis pounding my insides. Very soon, he was ready to release. His cock expanded and his sudden eruption blasted my cunt, hot spunk spurting and splashing inside me. I couldn't help it, I came as well, screaming as I did.

"Yes, I'm a fucking slut," I gasped, "and you fucking love it."

We collapsed then, sweating and sticky, his cock still inside me. Not a word more was spoken. We needed time to gather our thoughts, think about all that had happened. I don't know how long afterward, but he kissed my neck and said quietly, "I love you."

I smiled contentedly and drifted into sleep.

When I awoke, I heard him moving about downstairs. I showered, put on a bathrobe, and went to see him.

"Hello," he said, a grin on his face, "Breakfast is nearly ready so sit down."

As we ate, we didn't talk much and there was ...

... no mention of the previous night. When I'd finished, I said I was going upstairs to dress.

"What are you going to wear?"

"I don't know but it looks like it's going to be a hot, sunny day."

"Do you have that sun dress with you?" he asked. "The one you wear to the beach when we're abroad. You know, with buttons down the front and thin straps."

"I do. But you always say it's too short and the top's too low."

He hugged me. "Well, today, I've changed my mind. Besides, no one knows us here." As he squeezed me, his penis was solid against my tummy.

He followed me to the bedroom. I took out fresh underwear and he said, "Not those. Wear that red thong you told me about. And no bra."

This was so unlike him but I did as requested. While he went downstairs to wait, I slipped on the tiny thong first and it felt so nice against my smooth mound. I was already moist. I buttoned up the thin dress. It had a low, scooped neckline and the hem was above my knee. I felt sensual, like I was virtually naked. Once more my nipples became aroused and their colour and shape showed through the thin dress. I was showing a lot of cleavage and as I walked, my breasts swayed. My body felt on fire and my flushed face was glowing.

I stood quietly, almost meekly, before my husband.

"Nearly perfect," he said. "But I think we'll undo the top button and also the bottom one." I thought he was shaking as he undid them.

Even more of my breasts were exposed and I would show quite a lot of ...