Amply Rewarded (22 page)

The sensitive part of me kept reminding myself to slow down, that I had taken all of these steps in an effort to show Hal how much I loved him. And that was true. But, in addition to that awareness, I was more aroused than I could ever muster at the anticipation of being penetrated. Having a cock inside me was one thing. Getting to thrust myself into him would be quite another. And the best part was knowing that he favoured the sensation.

I rubbed my cock, admiring the sight of myself in the mirror. The harness held the cock perfectly in place and I could feel the strap underneath each time I moved. Never before had I been this wet, this anxious, this eager. I rubbed and rubbed, giving myself the most extraordinary hand job. I was almost about to come when I heard my door open and close. I quickly removed the cock from the harness so that I wouldn’t give away the surprise. I stepped out from behind my Japanese screen, wrapping my silk belt around my black robe.

“What’s all this?” Hal asked. He must have been referring to the many candles I had arranged all around my room. My bed was the centrepiece attraction. On it, I had laid out my softest linen and the silver tray with snacks from the kitchen. My bedside table held the water jug and glasses. The ambient lighting and my preparations all led Hal to the only natural conclusion he could come to.

“Um, Miss Julie, I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with all of this…attention.” He became shy and mysterious, like prey. In my mind’s eye, I saw him as a gentle lamb that I would have to lull into an uncanny calm in order to properly seduce.

“Champagne?” I asked.

“No, thanks,” he answered.

I poured two glasses anyway. I wasn’t about to listen to him. It was just his fear and discomfort talking. What did they know? Had any woman asked this of him before? I highly doubted it. His previous experiences and attempts at heterosexual unions had involved women whose main interests were family and reproduction, being the good girls that they probably were. I went with my assumption that being with me was an altogether different experience, one he knew nothing about. This would be like losing his virginity all over again.

“Here you are.” I handed him the flute glass. We clinked our crystal together.

“To us,” I said, “and to you for making me so happy.”

“Do I really make you happy?” he asked.

“Oh, Hal, you can’t even begin to understand.”

“Because you’ve already made me happy, Julie.”

“Quit talking about us in the past tense. We’re here now. Let me draw you a bath.”

“A bath?”

“Sure.”

“Where is all of this coming from?”

“More importantly,” I said, “you should be asking yourself, ‘Where is this going?’”

I winked and walked slowly to my clawfoot tub in the adjacent room. The leather strap tucked underneath my cock, beneath my robe, toyed with my clitoris with each step I took. I indulged in the feeling. Knowing it was there, and that Hal did
not
know, was part of the immeasurable pleasure. I could not help myself. I stopped again at my full-length mirror just inside the bathroom and admired myself. I stroked my cock with the kind of pride I could only imagine a select few men capable of.

The slate tiles in my bathroom were warm—a renovation that Hal had made prior to my moving in. I enjoyed the luxury of it. I stood on the plush, off-white bath mat and ran the water. The porcelain tub was probably over a century old and in immaculate condition. My room had not been occupied for ages. I think it had served as a guest room ever since the house was built. I opened a luxurious and expensive jar of body wash crème. The sudsy lather emitted a savoury ginger fragrance throughout the room that was both masculine and appealing to my girlie senses. I was quite sure Hal would approve if I could get him to play along.

“Come on in, sweetheart,” I called towards the other room.

Hal was hesitant…and rightly so. I wondered what it must have been like for him before me. What kinds of women had he tried to have an understanding with? Where had he met women? Certainly most debutantes would not have been appropriate matches for him. Yet he had probably, at some point, been rumoured to be amongst the best catches of the South. He was so charming and well mannered, rich beyond comprehension, had a beautiful and well-maintained home and was handsome. His parents being gone could be seen as favourable in the efforts to meet women, given what I’d overheard about meddling Southern mothers.

Hal’s footsteps approached the bathroom. The anticipation was wonderful. He came in and immediately took a deep breath.

“It smells wonderful in here.”

“For you,” I said. “Get in. Relax.”

He tossed his robe onto the antique oak chair and lowered himself into the steaming, frothy bath. It looked so inviting. I love the feeling of baths.

“Are you getting in with me?”

“Nope. I’m going to exfoliate my darling for him.”

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t I be nice and chivalrous without some kind of devious plan attached to it?”

“I don’t know. Can you?” He chuckled.

I got out the ginger-scented scrub and a loofah. I pushed the oak chair over to the side of the tub and sponged his back for him. He sighed. The intoxicating aroma was enough to send me into sheer fantasy and utter relaxation. I loved the indulgence of it all. Wasn’t I, at least in part, busy seducing myself? Wasn’t that what seducing someone else was really all about? Hal’s skin, like most middle-aged men’s, was losing its elasticity. Like most men, he had been taught to ignore it, to ignore himself.

“Men are socialised to believe that soap is the only necessary step in the cleansing ritual,” I commented.

“What else is there?”

“See?” I rolled my eyes.

“No, really, what else is there? What are you doing now?”

I added a dollop of scrub to the loofah and made circles on his back.

“Exfoliation. How does that gritty sensation feel?”

“Like sandpaper.”

“Be serious, Hal,” I kissed the back of his neck.

“It feels wonderful. What does this do?”

“Removes dead skin cells.”

“Gross.”

“Grosser to just ignore them, isn’t it?”

“You know, I’m not a pansy. I don’t need all this.”

“Hal, no one is calling you a pansy, least of all me. I assure you, I need a real man. A manly man. There’s nothing pansy about maintaining yourself, though.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Where did you learn otherwise?”

“I don’t know. I’ve just never met anyone who did this kind of thing.”

“Pamper you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’re worth it. I love doing it. I love you.”

After his bath, I towelled him off and made him lie face down on my bed while I quietly retrieved my cock and put it in place. Back on the bed, I used a ginger massage oil and massaged Hal everywhere. I spent at least an hour just touching him, firmly and smoothly. I felt a lovely symbiosis between us—his sighing and my enjoyment colliding to create a godly effect.

“No one has ever touched me like you do, Julie. No one.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, it’s true. I feel like you’ve paid attention to every part of me.”

“Not
every
part of you.” I smoothed my palms over his ass and let my index finger dangle just slightly above his asshole.

“Mmm,” he uttered, to my surprise. Was I to take this as an affirmation? I seemed to have gained his trust.

“I’m the one who should be saying, ‘Mmm’. You’re like my very own tasty roast. Marinated, tenderised. I want to sink my teeth into you.”

“Why, Miss Julie!” He feigned surprise and disdain with an exaggerated Southern accent.

“Why, Mr Hal Broughton, whatever is the matter with you that you should choose such a perverse woman to be your wife?” I feigned my version of the accent right back.

He rolled onto his side, smiled at me and held out his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought the back of my hand to his lips and glossed over it with his mouth. “How did I manage to get this lucky?” He looked into my eyes. It was a powerful moment, a conventionally sweet moment, the kind of moment that women dream up in fantasies of gentlemen. It was the precise feeling that I needed to manipulate and change.

“Oh, Hal. You have no idea how lucky you really are,” I said, then I pulled his hand, which was still attached to mine, down to my crotch and let his fingers feel my bulge. His eyes widened and his previously relaxed body became immediately attentive.

He giggled nervously. “What’s this?”

He opened my robe just enough to reveal the first hint of my ivory cock. I smiled. Our eyes transmitted the electricity between us as his brain tried to process all the details of this magnificent day.

“Is this my surprise?”

I nodded.

“You can say no, Hal, but there is one fantasy that I’d really like to live out with you.”

“And what might that be?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, darling.” I bent down and kissed his neck, then kept kissing him down the length of his spine. He moaned and sighed and stretched his arm back around himself to touch the length of my leg. I had done the perfect thing by forcing him to relax. I had taken the pressure off. I was confident and, above all, I was aroused beyond my wildest dreams.

Hal was his own reward. What Hal and I shared was beyond what I had shared with anyone before. I kneaded his ass cheeks with my fingers, eyeing my ruby ring as it sparkled in the warm candlelight. This was more than the dirty scenario I had envisioned. This was more profound than any sexual act I had had the pleasure of taking part in.

I dipped my finger into my vial of unscented oil. Hal’s cheeks parted easily and I found myself at the rim of his pleasure hole immediately. I could have taken it slow but, as though by invitation, my finger slipped into him with ease. He moaned and his muscles contracted lovingly around my digit as I found my way deeper and deeper. He buried his face in the pillows on my bed and his moans became muffled.

Slowly and smoothly, I took my finger back. I asked him to turn over and lie on his side. I knelt in front of him and yanked gently on his hair, beckoning for him to intuit that I wanted a little oral gratification. My ivory cock insisted on feeling the warmth of his mouth.

The site of his mouth engulfing me was delicious. I could not have asked for a better setting or time. Everything about that moment was quite perfect, especially the confidence I gained that he was open to experiencing me in this way.

He closed his eyes as his mouth followed the shaft of my cock right down to the rim. I could tell that he was really applying himself to the task. I tweaked my own nipples in the private moment of his blindness to me. I felt so full of life and so eager to provide him with the pleasure of the truly refined. He tried to take all of my cock into his mouth and almost gagged at the fullness of my endowed wonder. I marvelled at the sight and adored everything about him. I petted his shoulders gently as he thrust his mouth onto my cock and fondled it with his tongue.

It was, not surprisingly, extremely intimate. I was preparing to take my husband in a position that a lot of men consider very vulnerable. I was so proud of him for overcoming his fears and for accepting what I wanted to give him. I moaned and tilted my head back in ecstasy. The evidence that I was enjoying myself inspired him. He opened his eyes and looked at me with desire. We were kindred.

“You’re amazing,” he told me and I felt not only adored, but sexy beyond belief. His acceptance and fondness for me mattered more than any piece of paper we had between us. I wanted to give him so much more than that.

“You don’t even know yet, my dear.” I winked. “Lie down.”

“What?” He resorted to his innocent persona again.

“You heard me,” I said. The fact that he needed me to be a little forceful with him was flattering to me. I didn’t want to feel like a man with my cock. I just wanted to feel like a very powerful woman. A woman gifted with an endowment that would make even the most secure man jealous. That was how I had wanted to feel, and that was exactly how I felt.

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing you won’t enjoy. Now, enough with these questions. I want you to trust me. You do trust me, don’t you, my sweet?”

“I think so,” he said.

“You think so? You’re in a pretty compromising situation for a guy who just
thinks
he can trust his partner.”

“I trust you.”

“That’s better,” I confirmed. “Well, if you really trust me, then relax.”.

I held on to his broad shoulders as I climbed on top of him, seating myself on the padding of his thighs. I admired the sight of my cock from my vantage point so much that it was no stretch for me to imagine coming on him, releasing some of my tension in a fluid form. I wanted to give him an orgasm first, though, before I gave one to myself.

I pressed my ivory member slowly against his oil-soaked anus. He moaned quietly, indicating a slight hesitation. Thankfully, I had enough confidence for both of us. I pushed ever so slightly against him and his trepidation seemed to dissipate. I got off him gently and manoeuvred him to make room for some pillows beneath his pelvis. He adjusted himself and spread his legs to make room for me. I positioned myself behind him and started stroking the contours of his hole with the tip of my cock. I circled his anus again with my cock and let the tip of it enter him. He welcomed the head of my cock. Watching myself slide into him gave me enormous satisfaction. I couldn’t wait to be all the way inside him. I pushed more.

“Slowly,” he cried.

I held back a little, but it was hard. I was anxious and it made me more forceful than I might ordinarily have been. I had waited for months for this moment. I was on top of the world. With just a few more pulsating hip motions on my part, I ploughed my erection into his waiting ass. He cried out with pleasure and wiped at the beads of sweat that poured down his forehead.

“Harder,” he pleaded.

“I knew you would love this,” I whispered as I held myself tightly against his back.

“Oh, I love this.”

“What do you love?”