Accidentally stumbled upon his story eight years ago. Read it. Looked reviews. I wanted to share some more details.

I will not repeat the main story, who wants to read the first story, “Once Taste ...” I will begin immediately from the place I finished eight years ago.

After the incident in the toilet, my wife decided not to stop at the result achieved and continued to experiment, inventing new and new ways to show her dominance in bed.

Again there was a binding card game. And again I lost (the more I wanted to do it myself, but it’s easier to fall for a fool).

When she firmly tied my hands in the slits of the sofa, I was ready for what we were doing the last times. But the wife decided differently.

At first, she, as usual, “started” me, cheekily caressing her girl with her fingers right in front of my face.

- Do you want to fight, huh?

- Yes ... - I whispered parched lips.

- Open your mouth!

When I obediently opened my mouth, she slightly stooped, let a long saliva right in my tongue.

- Do not swallow! Gulp when I allow!

The second portion of saliva flowed into my mouth. Then the third.

- Well done, you can take a sip ... And thank!

- Thank.

- Oh, listen, I left the pies there in the oven. Completely forgot. - she quickly got off my chest. - And how is our pis? - the wife tightly wrapped her palm around my penis, - Wow, how worth it. Now it will be even more. Where are my panties? Oh, here they are. Let me put them on your head. Oh wait, I forgot to throw the gasket. - She pulled a sanitary pad out of her panties and deftly pulled them over my head. “Although ... why did I take her?” Let's put it back. - with these words, the wife pulled the edge of the panties off my face and stuck her padding under them. She pressed her palm to my nose. - Scent-smell, I wore it all day. Well, do not be sad, I will soon. - and left the room.

The smell of stale gasket was much stronger than the smell of just pants. It can be seen that the wife, especially after the toilet, did not wipe her pussy, and now I breathed in the scent of her given discharge and ... baldel Strange, because the idea should be disgusting, but I really liked it. The member stood like an iron.

It took quite a long time until she returned.

- Sorry, I chatted with my neighbor on the phone. Well, how are we here? Do not miss? - she looked down. - Wow! Do you look like me? What else do you like? BUT?

She pulled off my panties from my head and began to kiss, biting my ear. She had long known that my ears were a weakness. When her tongue began to tickle inside the ear, I was ready for anything.

- Come on, tell me what you like the most. What do you think when you satisfy yourself?

Once I had the imprudence to admit to my wife that sometimes I masturbate — when she is not there, or when she cannot. By the way, she too pulled out this recognition from me, similar caresses.

- I ... I imagine how I hurt you ... there.

“What you like to lick, I already know.” Oh. why is he so twitching? Well, admit it, - the tongue penetrated into my very ear.

“It's just ... I just like it when you ... or I speak directly ... well,“ lick ”,“ suck. ” is ... like a drink or ... Now, if you were still forcing me to speak in plain text ...

- Clear. What else can you tell me?

- I do not know...

- Come on, I will ask what you like and how much, and you will answer me, let's say, on a ten-point scale. Good? Just answer honestly. And to make you more comfortable, I will cover your eyes ... I will cover my panties, so that you do not hesitate. - My wife put her panties on my face, covering her eyes.

She rustled with something, as if she took the book (then I realized that it was a notebook, apparently she was preparing for the “questionnaire” beforehand).

- Ready? Before you answer, think. But not to long. So when do we hug, naked?

- Probably eight.

- When are you kissing my chest?

- Five.

- When are you kissing my feet?

- Where?

- Hip.

- Eight.

- Fingers. When do you lick fingers on my legs?

- Nine.

- My panties on your head?

- Ten.

- And with the gasket?

- Fifteen.

- When you lick me pussy?

- Ten.

“When ... do I give you a drink?” No not like this. When do I write in your mouth?

- Fifteen.

- When ... when did you lick my ass after the toilet? Well, why are you silent? Did you not like it?

- I'm just ashamed ... What do you think about me ... after that?

- I do not think anything bad. So? Did you like it?

- Yes.

- Evaluation?

- Twenty. - I was able to overpower myself.

- Wow! Do you like it so much? And still want? Tell me, you can't see me.

- Yes.

- What is "yes"? Directly say: "I want to wipe with your tongue your pussy and ass after the toilet" - she kept my dick in her hand all the time and could not help but feel how tense and trembling after her words.

“I want to ... wipe you.”

- language?

- Language.

- After the toilet?

- After the toilet.

- So, now another. How much do you like when I put your finger in your ass?

- Nine.

- And if I beat you a little belt on the pope?

“I think eight or nine.”

- But you washed my panties once. What time do you rate it?

- Nine.

Strange, but the more I answered, the less constraint I had left. Maybe just such a "questionnaire" should help to better understand each other? I kind of opened up before my wife completely. As if he opened her own most intimate secrets. So it was already. when she revealed a desire to look at me in the toilet — first, when I wrote, and then I even watched me cocoa and wipe my ass. Then I did not quite understand her interest. And then I suddenly realized that I would never be able to do this before.

From my thoughts I took her next question.

- Why don't you ask me anything?

- Do you like all this? Well, what ... are we doing?

- If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t do it, right?

- Yes...

- You know, I would like to ask you something. You will not refuse me in a small request? And for that, too ... I will try to make you happy.

- What do you want to ask?

- You see, it is easier for the peasants, you put the pussy in the washstand, once and again, and it was already undermined. And we, women need to wash away much more often. Every time naked, sit on a bidet ...

- Well, how can I help you?

- Let you ... will you wash me every night? Well, in the afternoon, sometimes? His tongue. Do you like it?

- Well this is ... somehow ...

- OK, let's try? At least until the end of the month, eh?

- And today what number?

- Third, I think.

- Wow! Well this is a whole month. No ... week! Do you want to try a week?

- Three?

- Two, maximum.

- Good. Only you will have to do this at any time when I tell you, agreed?

- Okay.

- And in front and behind?

- What is "from the front and back"?

- Well, you will wash me at any time when I say. You will piss and pussy and ass. That is, do not piss. and lick, right? - and, not allowing me to argue, summed up. - That's fine, that's agreed. Look, you gave the man the word. So ... don't break it. Now what are we going to do, huh?

- I do not know...

- And you do not want to lick me?

- Want.

“So go ahead and tell what you want.”

“I want to ... lick you,” I said quickly, while I was impressed by the conversation.

- Let me first untie you.

Wife freed my hands. Then she lay down comfortably on the pillows and spread her knees wide apart. Palm she covered ...