She Stoops to Conquer

by Priscilla

  

Part 2

  

Story so far.

Peter and Jennie are a happily married couple. Jennie is a high flier in the 'City' while Peter is more laid back, and has untidy habits, which go ill with Jennie.

Now read on.

Wow, As I've told you, Jennie is an absolute stunner, dressed in anything, but in her long black pvc coat, micro mini skirt, and high-heeled boots, she would have any man drooling. I was surprised at the outfit; Jennie had got home well before me, and had plenty of time to change into something more casual.

I loved the new boots; shiny black leather, close fitting around the ankles, reaching up to just over the kneecap, with high slender heels. I suppose here I must make my second confession. I've always loved the sight of women in high-heeled boots. Okay, so what red-blooded male isn't? I'm certain that some psychologist could explain why we are so turned on by boots; after all, it is only another piece of female footwear. Sure, I like to see women wearing high heels of any sort; I think they make their legs look so much better. But there is something about boots that is just somehow more sexual, erotic, and kinky. The fashions come and go, and heel heights go up and down, and thinner and thicker, but the sight of a slender heeled high boot is a certain head-turner (at least mine!)

So seeing Jennie climb out of the car door in the black shiny mac, boots, and mini got me immediately aroused. As I have said, Jennie has always been a smart dresser, but not obviously provocative in style. But this was something else. Her lipstick was darker than usual, and was coated in gloss. Her nails were also painted in the same bright red, and she had obviously applied makeup to her eyes and cheeks since getting home, as it looked very fresh and striking. Now I didn't take in all this detail at the time, but was aware that she looked dressed and painted for an evening out, rather than our usual DIY clobber of jeans and sweaters. All the cares of the day went from my mind; even the greyness of the evening was abated in a surge of lust and desire.

But she greeted me normally, her lovely smile, and a 'proper' kiss, not just a 'lip touch'. Our pleasure in each other's company had not declined over time, and we were both what you might call tactile, demonstrative people. The heels meant that her lips were on the same level as mine. As usual, her arm went round me as he gave me a squeeze, and I gave her one back, revelling in the cold soft plastic touch of her coat.

We climbed in the car, Jennie driving, and headed home. I often wondered how she managed to drive in such heels, but she was an excellent driver; if I was fair she was better than me, being such a perfectionist in everything she did.

As she drove, she asked me about my day, and the frustrations and annoyances of the office came flooding back into my mind. For the whole journey, I poured out to her my tale of woe. Thinking back on it (as I have done over almost every minute of that day) I over did it, going into detail of every piece of minutiae of the work day. By the time we drove into our drive, I was in full swing, boring for Britain!!

Once inside, I headed for the fridge, and poured myself a glass of white wine, while still whittering on about the figures I had worked on. I slumped in our settee, and took a large slurp of the cold reviver.

With a word of apology, Jennie disappeared upstairs, and I flicked on the tv, hoping to catch some sport. The wine worked its wonders, in more ways than one, and I was soon relaxed, but needing a pee. Heading upstairs, I relieved myself, then went into the bedroom to get out of my office clothes.

Imagine my shock, when I entered the bedroom to find Jennie in bed. As I entered, she looked up at me, smiled enticingly, and lifted the covers on my side of the bed.

She was lying there, draped in the long black shiny trenchcoat and boots!!! My face must have told a story on its own at that moment; nothing like this had ever happened in our relationship so far. Her smile changed to a pout and then to kiss-lips; even the blind would be able to read her unspoken words beckoning me into bed.

My clothes came off faster than I have ever undressed, as she lay looking up at me with a sensuous smile on her lovely face. In seconds - really !!! - I was under the sheet with her, stroking her delightful curves through the soft slippery folds of that wonderful coat. My legs wrapped round hers, and I revelled in the feel of the soft leather on her ankles.

Her lips came up to mine, her arm went around my neck, and my mouth was forced open by her tongue. She pulled me closer, and my senses were assailed by her lusty smell, of warm woman and a hint of Poison perfume. My fingers fumbled through the front of her coat, and I felt a tight garment against her lovely warm body. Hello, this was something new, not anything I remember having seen Jennie in before. Constrained as I was in the liplock she had on me, and with our bodies covered by the bedclothes, I was unable to take a look, but my hands and body explored the lovely garment. It was obviously shiny and smooth, and very tight, and I could feel crossed laces up the back. Wow! Could this be what I thought it was? A corset, or basque? This was soo sexy! My hands wandered lower, and yes, there were suspender tabs, two on each leg, all very tight!! That could mean only one thing ( or really two if you want to be pedantic!) Stockings!

Well, I've started on my confessions, so I might as well keep going. Like every man I know, our worst enemy is tights. Yes, I know that they are practical and warm and more 'efficient, but think of what they replaced. Interesting thought; before the invention of tights, and when all women wore stockings and suspenders, did they have the same erotic appeal they now do?

But I digress. I was sure that Jennie didn't own any stockings, and had never seen her wear them, so this was a further surprise, albeit most welcome. My hands explored further 'south' finding the expected stocking top, and those exciting little clips that hold them to the suspender tab. What is it about the human mind? As I fondled the little devices, all I could think of was whether there was a special name for the things. Streuth! What on earth did I care for? What I did know was that they spelled intensely heightened sexual pleasures to come for me!

Now you may have got the impression that while this was going on, Jennie was inactive, just locked in this tight embrace. Far from it, her body was writhing against mine like a hyperactive snake on heat. Her long boot clad legs stroked up against mine, and her sensuous torso reacted to every touch of my hand. And she groaned quietly, as her mouth and tongue explored mine.

It seems from this that I was busy mentally documenting all that happened. No, friends, I was getting down, enjoying the moment, soaking into it. Our sex life had never been dull, but this was something again. With such a variety and concentration of stimuli, I was fearful that I would prematurely eject, although I would surely have managed to come more than a few times that night. Jennie's free hand was down between my legs, like I needed that stimulation at that time! Cripes, my libido was set to burst with all she was giving me.

Suddenly, with surprising strength, she turned me over onto my back, and in the same movement, stretched herself on top of me. The bedclothes slid away from us, and the room became darker for me as I was encompassed in the folds of the large black plastic coat. As she raised herself on her elbows, I could dimly make out the dark shape of the corset/basque she was wearing, a lovely shiny red colour, with thin shoulder straps. But now her legs spread apart, and she lowered herself gently onto my rock hard member. I felt the soft wet lips of her opening around me, and I naturally raised myself to meet her. As I did, she gently pushed me down, murmuring 'no, no' as she did. Again she lowered herself, just touching me so that the end of my stick could feel the warmth and wetness of her.

Then came the most bizarre and exciting sex I had ever had. She swayed forward and back, side to side, all the time keeping her wet clit in contact with the tip of my shaft. Now sex is too often a matter of considerable physical effort. The exquisite pleasures are accompanied with grunts of strain, buckets of sweat, and enough exercise to last the average couch potato a month. No wonder it is recommended as a way of keeping fit. But this was so different. The sensation was so exciting and nerve-tingling that I found I was stretched taut, my penis throbbing to the feather strokes it was receiving. The nearest thing I can compare it to was the sensation I get from my TENS machine, which I use occasionally to ease my back strains (honestly, I have never used it as a personal thrill machine).

Jennie continued to groan, her back arched away from me. Her eyes stayed on me, half closed, and she had a smug mocking smile on her half open lips, a smile I had never seen before. As she swayed, the shiny black sides of her lovely black coat wafted against my bare chest and thighs, sending frissons of excitement to my already overheated brain.

She was driving me into sensual overdrive. The swaying motion was giving me such a sexual high, but surprisingly, seemed not to be bringing me any closer to cumming. The tip of my rod is aflame with pleasure, as if being tickled tenderly with a fine feather, and throbbing routinely without me making it, But the instructions do not seem to be passing to the little motor which fires the cum! If I could bottle whatever was causing this, I'd make a fortune! Think of it, no premature ejaculation problems, just intense sexual pleasure going on and on and on.

If I wasn't cumming, then Jennie was in full flow. Slowly her groans got louder, while she kept up the strange look and smile. And her sways got faster, and faster.

Suddenly she exploded in a deep animal scream of pleasure, unlike any previous reaction she had given to orgasming. Her lower body thrashed over mine, as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her, and the scream gave way to giggles and squeals. Still throughout, the same eerie expression on her face, with the deep intense look from her eyes.

And what did this do to me? Well, apart from sharing her excitement, nothing. Well, that's not true, her more intense writhings just further excited my rod, but still I was no nearer cumming. Try as I may to raise my body to enter Jennie, so she reacted and stayed just in touch, leaving me unfulfilled.

Suddenly, she stopped all movement, held herself stationary above me for what seemed like an age but was probably no more than half a minute, and then rolled sideways away from me, leaving our only contract my right arm under her back. As she did, she turned her head towards me, so that I was still caught by that eerie look. I leant toward her intent on seeking my climax with her, but she not too gently pushed me away. Remember that this was a girl who exercised regularly, and I was not in the best state to resist.

Leaning over me, she gripped my throbbing member with her right hand, and shaking her head gently, stroked its tip with her long blonde hair. This was an even more arousing sensation, and my back arched again. She seemed to be able to control her long hair so as to give me maximum contact, but only around the tip, at my most sensitive spot. Now it was my turn to groan, which she silenced with her lovely lips on mine.

Now, she used the tip of her long fingernail on her index finger to tease my penis head, and this was even more exciting than before. After a few moments of this, with the occasional foray around the rim of my helmet, she bent down and replaced her fingernail with her tongue.

Yeeeeoooouuuuww. Everything before was tame by comparison. Through the spasms of delight, a thought passed through my overburdened mind. Where had she learnt this? Not from me or our former lovemaking. It had always been good, but – should I say it? – conventional. This was something from the latter pages of the Karma Sutra.

And it got worse (did I say that? No,. I meant better!!?) In between delicate little licks and strokes of her tongue, on the tip, sides, and rim, she used her teeth very gently, exacting such sweet pain that I nearly broke into tears. Her head, I could see, was rising and falling in time with the steady throbbing of my member, so that the pressure she applied stayed constant.

But still I couldn't cum. What was this? I had never had problems previously in this department, even in the most 'vanilla' of our sex. It was as if the sensations were too great, and were inhibiting the final explosion. It may have been like tiredness – when you get too tired, you can't sleep for relief, but just feel the depths of weariness.

So what was my beef, you may ask? Getting the best sex you ever had, and you want to cum and end it all? Are you mad?

Yes, a good argument, but I was ready, mentally at least, and when you are, you just want it to cum. The best orgasm is when the mind and body are both totally ready for it. And at this time only one part was ready; my brain said 'go, cumsac, go' but my penis said 'not yet, I haven't had the physical signal'.

So there I was, back curved, soaking in every trace of sensation, with my mind screaming 'cum, damn you, cum', and no relief. And Jennie, with her head buried in my crotch, and all I could see of her was shoulders and back of lovely shiny pvc. Heaven!!

I could stand it no longer, I screamed ' Take me, Love, take me!!'

At that, her head came up, she looked at me, with what I afterwards could only describe as a look of triumph, leant back on her left elbow, and continued her 'demonic' look at me.

"Peter, dear, you've disappointed me today."

What? She could say this after achieving such a stupendous orgasm, and leaving me totally unfulfilled? I had no immediate answer, with my brain still totally sex driven.

"You know that I am not a demanding wife, and that so far we have got along in this marriage without arguments and fights. But maybe I have been too tolerant of your unthinking ways up to now."

I could only stare amazed. What had I done to bring this on?

"I have never complained when you have gone off with your rugby friends for a night's boozing, and I've always washed your muddy gear without complaint. I accept that this is your relaxation, as mine is Badminton"

Oh shit!!! Tonight was her Badminton night, and I was late home.

"Now today, you have let us down, and after months of accepting your slovenly ways, I have decided that you need to be more responsible."

What had this got to do with great sex?

"Now, I know you well enough to be sure that you will promise that you will change, and that you will also honestly believe it, but your resolve is never strong enough, and so eventually you will drift back into your slovenly ways."

Me, slovenly? So I leave my underwear on the bedroom floor; that's no crime.

"So I have decided to help you, darling, using simple stick and carrot methods. I will encourage you to stick to your changes by giving rewards, but punish you every time you slip back. Is that ok, dear?"

What was this?

"What rewards and punishments, Jennie darling?"

"Oh, you will find those out as we go along. The uncertainty will give you more incentive. But for now, do you agree to accept this regime, Peter?"

And as she said it, her hand moved to my rod, and she started to excite the tip again with the long fingernail.

Right. So maybe I have a case before the Court of Human Rights that my agreement

was extracted under duress. I defy any man to go through what I had experienced over the last half hour or so and to get up from that bed, throw himself from the room, and forthwith refuse any terms with his beautiful and erotic partner. I, just a weak and feeble man, was mere putty in her hands.

"Ye…e..e..s, I suppose so, darling, but can you not give me just a hint?"

"Okay, well let me give you an idea of what the rewards will be", and with that she bent back over my rod, took the whole shaft in her mouth, and played it with her tongue, lips and teeth to a thrill level above anything else I had felt during that extraordinary evening.

For five minutes or so, she played me like a fish on the end of a line (alright, not a good metaphor, as the fish presumably feels pain; what I was experiencing could in no way be considered painful, apart from the little light nibbles. But it does describe the relationship of control between the angler and the fish - and that almost certainly the fish will eventually succumb. Hey, that is such a great word to describe what I hoped would happen).

When I felt I could take no more without my libido exploding all over the bedroom, Jennie rolled back onto her elbow, fixed me again with that look, and said "So, agree or not?"

Readers, in all fairness, what would you have done?

  

  

  

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