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The best of everything
by Chris Auld  
(auldmantime@yahoo.com)
(MFF, cons)

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2005
with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless
explicitly granted. 

Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and
explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If
you are a minor, please leave now, as it is illegal for you to be
here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit
material in the community you view such material, please leave
now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any
resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely
coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories,
please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring
group sex, bisexual situations, incest, sex between minors and
adults, or any other situation, please check the story code
before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories,
and do not promote or condone the activities described herein,
especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex
between adults and minors. 


Copyright Chris Auld 2005. All rights reserved.
Written with help from Rose who set the scene for me to finish.
Thank you Rose. 
 
Synopsis: A loving man promises his woman the best of everything,
and delivers on his promise although it may not have been exactly
what she was expecting.





She was a natural beauty.  Not the kind defined by ads or
magazines or the media, but a truly beautiful woman.  Her
gold-blonde hair fell to the small of her back, just brushing the
top of her ass when she was naked.  Sad, green-speckled eyes lit
up whole rooms with their sparkle when she smiled, which was
often.

It had taken her many years (and several not-so-nice lovers) to
finally be proud of her body.  To be comfortable with it.  To
know in her mind as well as her heart that she was beautiful,
even if she did not look like the women in Playboy.

God, how he loved her. How he would do anything for her. He loved
to see her body in candlelight.  Watch the shadows as he stroked
her, caressing her soft curves, feeling the now-softening ridges
of her stretch marks, cupping her slightly uneven breasts caused
by breastfeeding more on one side than the other.  "What would I
do without her", he thought.

This weekend had been planned carefully for a long time.
Everything was going to be perfect. He prepared an early dinner
of steamed clams, French bread, and wine. Broiled steaks,
seasoned red potatoes, and salad.  Cooking was not one of his
talents and he infrequently went to these lengths, yet he labored
diligently to ensure the simple menu would be perfect. He even
had her favorite dessert   lemon ice that he purchased at the
local supermarket on the way home. They ate by candlelight, the
fireplace providing the perfect balance of light across the open
living room and kitchen area.

He could not tear his eyes away from her.  He had made special
plans for them tonight, and hoped his face did not give anything
away. It was to be a secret for as long as possible. A little
smile, a glint in his eye, something, aroused her suspicions. 
She asked what he was up to, but he just tilted his head and
smiled.

He cleared away the dishes, and they sat on the floor leaning
lightly against each other in front of the fire with glasses of
wine.  He touched her cheek gently with his palm.  "My darling, I
have a very special surprise for you tonight."  She started to
speak, but he put a finger to her lips and said softly, "I want
you to leave everything to me." She crinkled her eyes in
puzzlement.  "I want you to do as I say." This said with a deep,
gentle voice.  "I don't want you to speak, unless I ask you a
question, or give you permission.  Do you understand?"

He felt her shudder, and knew that the evening was going to go
well. This was not the first time their play had fringed on
forcefulness and he knew how it would arouse her, that she was
probably already becoming wet.  He smiled at her, caressing her
cheek, as he kissed her lips very softly.  She looked expectantly
into his deep brown eyes, and smiled ever so slightly. She
thought she had an idea of how the evening would end. How wrong
that would turn out to be!

He guided her into their bedroom.  It was huge, with an
old-fashioned closet/dressing room/bathroom attached and all the
rooms seemed to blend into one. He sat her on the end of the
four-poster bed as he went around the room lighting candles. She
studied his mature frame as he moved. No longer the toned,
amateur athlete he once was, his body was nevertheless in decent
shape despite being softer than in his youth. Sitting for long
hours for too many years behind a desk at his hi-tech startup
company had taken a toll. But what he had lost in physical
attributes was compensated for by the aura of confidence he
exuded and the feelings of wantonness that he triggered in her
that she had almost never experienced with other men. She became
aware of the wetness pooling in her panties as more of these
random thoughts floated through her mind. 

The flickering light gathered in strength as more candles were
lit, and he turned off the room lights leaving them in the warmth
of the candlelight.  He returned to her now, and gently and
carefully undressed her, kissing her here and there as he went,
yet keeping his own clothes on. She reached for his belt but he
was not ready for that yet and pushed her hands away. "I didn't
tell you to do that," he reminded her.

When she was fully naked, he took both her hands, drew her to her
feet, and walked her to one side of the bed. He laid her down
again in the middle of the four-poster.  She was so caught up in
the moment that she did not see the leather ropes; but she felt
them binding her.  She gasped quietly as he tied her hands and
then her feet, spreading her limbs to form a widespread X.

Standing at the end of the bed to check on his work, he shook his
head slowly in disbelief at her beauty as the candlelight floated
over her body.  Her soft curves undulated and flowed into each
other with a magical quality that artists over the centuries had
vainly (and perhaps stupidly) tried to capture on hard,
unyielding surfaces. Her nipples were tight now, and erect. She
lifted her head and watched him lick his lips as he studied the
exposed, swelling, pink wet lips below the soft red hair on her
mound. With a groan of expectation her head fell back to the
pillow. 

Now he started to undress, and her breath quickened as she
watched him. As his shirt disappeared, the light dusting of hair
on his slight paunch was clearly visible in the candlelight. She
could see the outline of his hard, stiff cock trapped vertically
against his stomach by his pants, anxious to be free of the
clothing that constrained it. As his pants fell to the ground,
the head of his cock emerged from under the waistband of his
boxers exposing the thick head already glistening with his
juices. As his boxers fell to join his pants, his heavy balls
hung between his firm thighs as his cock strained upwards. "How
can he walk around all day with things like that hanging between
his legs?" she thought to herself automatically and incongruously
despite her arousal. Such thoughts were soon driven out of her
mind as he leaned over her, kissing her soft mouth gently as his
tongue eagerly probed. Her pulse raced.  "I love you," he
whispered.  She felt it all over her body.  "I want to give you
the very best of everything."  She looked into his eyes, so
happy.  He was always good to her.  He would never, ever hurt
her.  She knew that. "Everything," he repeated. Tears began to
form in her eyes.  She blinked her eyes, and a tear slowly rolled
down each side of her face.  With one fingertip, he gently wiped
them away.  She started to say she loved him, but he stopped her
again, putting his finger to her lips.  "No words tonight." he
said.

The lighting was perfect   not harsh or glaring   and just enough
to create an intimate interplay of light and shadow. With her
eyes closed, she sensed rather than saw his shadow falling over
her as he knelt between her legs. His lips brushed against her
eyes kissing away the happy tears. His lips moved lower to her
throat and neck, which she helplessly offered to him, stretching
her head backwards into the soft pillows. Lower and lower his
lips moved, across the sloping mounds of her breasts to the very
tips where they lingered long enough to gently suck the rigid and
sensitive nipples. Now even lower over her abdomen where he
lingered at the scars   appendix and caesarean, while his hands
stroked down her legs from her thighs to her feet. As his fingers
began to loosen the leather ropes around her ankles, she tried to
raise and spread her legs in anticipation of what she assumed was
to come. "No. I'll tell you when to move," he whispered quite
sternly and she let her thighs fall back to the bed. His hands
moved the soft leather restraints up her legs to her knees. Again
thoughts raced through her mind piling up on top of each other.
"This is new," she thought, "what is he going to do? We've never
done this before." Her excitement was climbing as rapidly as her
uncertainty.

Leaning over her again, but this time with his hands behind her
knees, he urged her legs upwards and outwards until they were
spread as high and wide as they could be without discomfort. She
could feel his cock leaving trails of moisture as it lay on her
mound and his hairy balls tickled her pussy. Now those leather
ropes from her knees were re-attached to the posts at the top of
the bed near her hands. She was fully exposed to him in a private
and personal way that would have humiliated and embarrassed her
in the years before she met him, before she had learned about
herself. She could feel the wetness between her legs starting to
trickle down over that incredibly sensitive area between her
pussy and her ass.

"Look" he said, stroking the back of a finger gently up and down
between the lips of her pussy. She craned her head forward to
see. Below the soft red hair on her mound she could see her own
inner pussy lips, pink, swollen and glistening in the candlelight
as they were spread apart by the position of her legs. He used
both hands now to pull the inner lips upwards and apart and the
small pink tip of her clit appeared. She was captivated by the
sight. She had never looked at herself in this way before, from
this angle, with her knees beside her ears. But then again, it
wasn't every day she found herself in this particular position!
She had looked in a handheld mirror of course from below, but
then, who hadn't? She could feel her heart pounding as she
watched her clit swell. What a disturbingly erotic sight. At
times she had wondered what it would be like to be with another
woman, to see and touch another woman's pussy. Would it look and
feel like hers? Was hers beautiful? Would it taste good? She was
feeling so totally safe and relaxed that the thought that next
burst into her mind without warning was not instantly dismissed
as usual. "If I could bend just a little bit more," she mused, "I
could almost lick my own clit and then I would know what a woman
feels and tastes like."  She was shocked and yet strangely
excited at the suddenly intrusive thought, and her trembling
anticipation intensified. She felt him move, and her thoughts
flipped back to the present. 

"What was he going to do?" This was already something they had
never done before. She no longer felt confident that she knew
what was going to happen tonight. Leaning downwards he blew
gently on her clit, touching just the tip of his tongue to it.
Her stomach rippled as shivers of excitement ran up her body
causing her head to fall back on the pillows. "Now remember that
and close your eyes," he said as he reached for something from
the bedside table. As her lids closed, she felt the flickering of
the candles dim and complete darkness fall as a soft blindfold
covered her eyes. "Now. Just enjoy yourself and remember that I
love you and want you to have only the best of everything," he
said comfortingly but firmly as she started to react. Having
little option but to trust him, she lay back and waited for what
was to come next. 

He knelt there for a few long moments sliding one hand up and
down his now hugely throbbing cock. The sight of her upturned ass
right there in front of him was almost too much for him to bear.
He knew he could tilt his hips forward right now and his cock
could just as easily slide into her ass as it could into her
pussy. And would sink as deeply into her as it was possible for
it to go with her legs and thighs raised the way they were. But
that was not the plan for tonight at all, and he reluctantly
released his cock before it was too late. 

Taking two long white feathers from the drawer of the bedside
table, he started with her face. Gently stroking just the ends of
the feathers across her lips caused the tip of her tongue to
appear as she tried to capture them with her mouth. The feathers
continued across her cheeks and over her ears. Sometimes she
could actually feel them as they moved, sometimes she just
thought she could feel them, but her nerve endings still told her
something was happening. Her pussy was now streaming and aching
for physical stimulation. But the feathers continued across her
neck and shoulders causing her to gasp and writhe. Now on her
breasts, now her stomach, back to her breasts and shoulders, no
way of predicting where they would go next. Eventually, the
feathers moved slowly downwards across her stomach, across her
soft red pubic hair and down the length of her pussy lips. She
curved her hips even higher to encourage the feathers to stay on
her pussy. She though that what she was expecting was about to
happen. But again she was mildly disappointed as the sensations
made their way up the insides of her thighs, to her knees and
feet. The tickling on her feet was become intense as the feathers
started back down, lingering on her inner thighs just inches from
her slick, swollen lips. They passed over her ass causing her to
clench her cheeks making her little pucker almost disappear as if
trying to grip the feathers. The sensations had built to almost
impossible heights intensified by her inability to move. She was
almost coming with every slight movement of the feathers. The bed
undulated as he adjusted his position and she thought, "At last,
now he will fuck me." But, instead, she felt a tongue slide
through her slippery wetness from her ass over the length of her
pussy and finally flick at her clit.  That was enough to push her
over the edge and she felt the waves of orgasm rippling across
her body. Straining at her leather bounds she panted rapidly as
sensations flooded her brain, excluding everything external for a
few moments of peaceful, loving satisfaction.

Eventually, she tried to say; "Now it is your turn." But he very
firmly reminded her that she had not been told she could speak
yet, and that anyway, they were not finished. More shuffling on
the bed and now she felt the tongue once more on her pussy. Long
slow strokes the length of her pussy lips, little short jabs with
a stiff tongue into her vagina, circling movements around her
clit. Now a finger slipped into her cunt and probed in and out as
the tongue continued to lap. She could feel the sensations
peaking again as a second finger entered her cunt and the two
fingers together curled upwards behind her clit to the rougher
patch of her G-spot. A thumb pressed firmly against her gapingly
exposed ass causing her to squirm even more. The fingers in her
cunt withdrew and worked wetly on her clit as the tongue moved
down to circled her little puckered ass. She groaned and tried to
press her ass harder against the tongue but with little success
because of the way she was bound. She could hear him groaning now
as well and wondered how much longer he could hold out before he
gave in and thrust his hard cock into her desperately waiting
cunt. But the fingers and tongue retreated leaving her empty and
impatient as she sensed him kneel up.

With some more rocking of the bed the tongue returned to her clit
and the fingers returned to her cunt but this time with a
different motion. Before, his head had been mostly still with
just the tongue moving. Now it felt as if his head was thrusting
forwards and backwards in time with his groaning. Every time she
heard him groan, his head thrust forward causing soft cheeks to
push against her thighs as the tongue tantalized her. His fingers
didn't seem to fill her quite as much as they had done a few
minutes ago, but she presumed that this was because she had come
once and was ready to come for a second time. She luxuriated in
the feeling of being totally exposed and helpless. "What if my
friends or neighbors could see us now," she mused to herself as
her mind wandered. "I'll bet they would never think of me doing
something like this. They probably think I am just an average
middle aged housewife with an average, boring sex life." And
then, "Oh my God! Are the blinds closed? What if one of the
neighbors looks through the window?" Her automatic thoughts had
intruded once more. Instinctively, she turned her head to
double-check the drapes before she remembered the blindfold.
Despite herself, she could feel her pussy lips engorging even
more as these strange, wild thoughts flickered through her mind
and the flashing lights that preceded her orgasms started pulsing
in her eyes intensified by the darkness of the blindfold.

She heard him say "Now!" and the darkness turned again into soft
flickering candlelight as the blindfold was suddenly not there
anymore. "Look now" he said and again she craned her head
forward. She could see the tongue between her lips, flicking her
clit upwards and the wet, slippery fingers pushing into her cunt.
The sight was as erotic and extraordinary as any she had ever
seen. Even more so because of the long dark wavy hair and the
graceful shoulders and arched back that led up to the widely
flared hips and tight ass into which he was thrusting his cock.
She could see his hard length, veins bulging and sticky with
juices as it plunged in and out, and could feel the face and
tongue thrusting into herself as his cock plunged again and again
into the woman; rocking her forcibly forwards and backwards as if
she was an extension to his cock. "My love. This is our new
neighbor, Julia," he gasped as her mind and body exploded into a
shattering orgasm followed seconds later by another and then
another. 

As the waves of pleasure subsided, she struggled against the
leather. After so much time in this position, it was too much for
her and she begged to be released from her leather bindings. The
leather at last fell away from her hands and knees, and she
slumped exhausted on the damp sheets, her eyes closing as she
passed out. Some while later as her exhaustion receded and her
curiosity returned, she rolled onto her side to find the two of
them lying there watching her. The woman, presumably Julia, lay
on her side with the long curve of her side and hips accentuated
by the position of her upper leg. He was spooned into Julia from
behind with one hand on her hip, stroking slowly. She started to
say "What? Who? Why? ...." But before she could start he reached
across the woman and pressed a finger against her lips and said
"No words tonight. I said I would give you the best of
everything. And Julia really may be the best neighbor we have
ever had. Enjoy tonight. Tomorrow is another day." 

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