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Gabriel
Some dreams had come true in the last six months, and I was so fucking lucky.My wife was with me 24/7. Well, that wasn't entirely true. We both had a job we had to pursue. But Samantha had taken the step and lived her life with me now in America. And I swear I'll do my best she'll never regret it.On the other hand, I had my own house. Good, my wife was allowed to live here too. And the best was we had our own playroom with everything included. That was a surprise for her, but I ran off the topic. That's another chapter. "Do you remember when you first had your hand in me?" I asked over dinner.Sam almost choked on the rice, and I stood up and patted her on the back, laughing."Gabe, you idiot!" She mumbled, gasping for air. "Very appropriate topic of conversation when eating. Yeah, I still remember.""I wanna do that, too, with you," I said, looking deep into her eyes."There are more dont's with me!""I know … one hole is enough for me," I grinned and got a slap on the butt. "Enjoy it," I whispered in her ear an hour later as she sat in the gyn-chair.Then I blindfolded her, fastened her arms and legs to the chair, and could see her eyes rolling in my mind.I could imagine she probably felt a little uncomfortable because I was usually the one who was lying there. But that didn't matter at the moment. Sam knew she was safe with me. With gentle pats and tender kisses, she could relax more and more as I whispered to her how sexy she was and how much I loved her. We talked a lot and knew our bodies inside out ...I knew it was easier for her with a blindfold, but I wasn't sure why. Anyway, it was high on my to-do list to change that.…I took my time exploring her beautiful body and did so until she lolled provocatively under my hands. A comfortable moan followed before the space between her legs was taken, and I simply enjoyed the sight.It was no secret that I was very easy to arouse. My pants were already bulging, and I hoped not to succumb to my feelings too rashly. Her bewitching smell immediately shot in my nose, and intoxicated, my eyes closed to take in it deep before leaning forward to taste …I couldn't help it, and I didn't want it either because this sexual attractant made me only harder, and a yearning sigh escaped as she pressed against me. I was addicted to that smell, her loving nature, voice, and ... and at all. I was dependent on my wife –– she was like a drug. I shook my head and collected myself briefly because the goal was completely different. The clatter of the speculum had caught her attention. I warmed it in my hands so my sweetie didn't get a heart attack, but I was sparing with the lube because Samantha was wetter like a waterfall."I'll now look at your inside."Carefully, the metal thing was pushed in, and the beaks turned up. Of course, I didn't hesitate to shed light on it and look closely at everything. From this perspective, I'd never seen it. And that sight immediately made me even hornier."And how does it look, doctor?""Everything in the pink area. Looks good; otherwise, any complaints?""Well, it makes me feel a bit uncomfortable…" she started and kept hemming and hawing before coming out with the issue. "… I met an African some time ago, and you know how well they're equipped. Now I'd like to have sex with him, but I'm afraid I can't take his huge tool. I think I have to be stretched a bit. Is that possible?" With a grin and a head shake, I cleared my throat."That's absolutely no problem. We will start small and increase; is that alright for you?""Yes, go ahead, Doctor. I'm completely in your capable hands," she replied with a grin."Please let me know as soon as something is unpleasant."Sam nodded, taking a deep breath.Carefully and slowly, I groped my way forward and looked at her to see if it was uncomfortable or painful. I was so heated that I had to breathe slowly in and out a few times to slow myself down, not to cum. Now I knew what was meant when she talked about coming alone at sight.Sam didn't have much leeway, and my fuses burned as my wife just moaned in pleasure, arching her back slightly and pressing her pelvis against me ... as her head bobbed, biting her bottom lip seductively and fingers digging deep in the leather of the chair –– that drove the sweat out of my pores.Now the opportunity had finally come bringing her close to orgasm, again and again, break off and start again. It wasn't long before her moans mixed with various curses. But after it became clear that this would be my undoing at one of our following sessions anyway, I savored it to the full. Several small breaks were made; I got up and caressed her body before returning to the real goal and trying how far I could go.The dildos were getting bigger, and at some point, I couldn't stand it anymore and pushed my cock into the hot, wet cave pulsing with desire. I wondered about finishing for a moment, but I had the self-control to let it go. "Gabe!" Samantha gasped and shifted."Not so fast, my dear," I whispered in her ear, biting my lip with a chuckle as she backed away, a little startled.I gave both of us a few moments to come down and start again, and if I hadn't been so horny, I could've done it all night.Carefully, the blindfold was removed, and I handed her a drink."At least free my hands!""Only if you're good," I replied with a grin wiggling my eyebrows.…"Can you please ... I'm about to burst," she whimpered and sucked in a sharp breath, so she almost had a coughing fit."Sorry, baby," I murmured worriedly, quickly letting the air out of the plug, making amends with kisses.Using the remote control, I took my wife to an almost horizontal position, which brought another loud groaning, as she couldn't see anything now."Relax," I said softly, pushing my fingers into her one at a time.A vibrator was held to her pearl to distract her a bit, and I watched the ripples shaking her body. "Everything okay?" I asked in between and was satisfied when her thumb went up. But judging by her sounds, Samantha enjoyed it. Her eyes were closed, her breathing more substantial and deeper. Carefully and slowly, I felt my way forward until suddenly, a painful groan cut through the air. Immediately I was on alert. "Are you all right?""...""It's just ... keep going."Her hands clung tightly to the handgrips of the chair, and the breathing stopped."Honey?" I asked again, and she took a moment to look at me. A tear ran down her cheek, and I felt queasy.Her legs trembled violently as I gently pulled my hand out. I took off my glove and walked to the other end in a flash. Then I took Sam's face between my hands, kissed the tear away, and stroked her cheek."Trust me, drop yourself," I whispered reassuringly, kissing her lips.As I felt a hand on my neck, which pulled me closer, I deepened the kiss until she had relaxed and nodded at me with a smile."I do. Move down."With a tingling in the belly, I stroked her inner thighs and turned on the vibrator again.After putting on a new glove and wetting generously with lube, I tried it a second time. It was a different, sleek, smooth feeling with a disposable glove than bare skin.I wanted Sam to experience what I was allowed to experience. I wanted to show her heaven on earth, be with her and touch her heart ... if only figuratively. I wanted her to scream out her lust and disintegrate to be put back together. "Talk to me, hon."Before starting this experiment, I did thorough research on the Internet.While browsing, I landed on a website that had explained that well. No, it wasn't an ill-considered spontaneity –– I wanted to do it right.It started with the correct lube to avoid irritating the vaginal flora. It just had to be imagined as in sports: The warmth was necessary … muscles don't like it when it's cold. Distraction through sexual stimulation was significant.I don't want to say that Samantha was the complete opposite of me –– Father forbid! But I was better at dropping. Or, to put it another way … much of what we tried was a mental thing. And Samantha's head was often not as free as mine."I have to pee!" She called suddenly, which made me giggle."No, you only have the feeling."And even if ... I wouldn't have cared.After a few minutes, I felt the spot where it didn't seem to go any further. As it shouldn't hurt too much when stretching the leg muscles, so it shouldn't press too much in the vagina. I tried everything I'd read and always had my wife in view. Sometimes I pushed my hand up or down; sometimes, I just held it where it was, and another time a little bit back and forth repeatedly –– always with a lot of tenderness and patience. And then ..."Baby, all right? Look at me."While she was still nodding, I overcame the last bit, and in slow motion, I took in as her eyes widened, her mouth opened in a scream, and she was shaken by a surge of arousal like I'd never seen before.Good that I'd taken off my pants because those would've been wet now. And also good that I was sitting because the wave that hit me would've brought me to my knees.Her cramping squeezed my hand, but it didn't matter. My fingers moved, making a fist, and I thought her orgasm would never end.That was a successful experiment, and I was happy that my wife had allowed me to give her those feelings. After removing my hand, removing my own mess, and loosening the fixations on her legs, I stood next to her and brushed the sweaty hair out of her face."Are you alright?" I asked affectionately, and she nodded exhaustedly."Thanks," she murmured as I dried her tears.But it was far more than a simple thank you that I could read in her eyes."I think the Negro cock shouldn't be a problem anymore," I smirked at her lips, and we both laughed. ** In the next chapter …A sauna visit is always associated with sweating