THE GAME

The day started normally enough with my regular routine of morning chores and checking in with hubby after he's safely tucked away at work but by mid-day something had changed in me. My intuition or what I will one day learn is a deep and sensitive primal instinct, was stirred and awakened. That could only mean one thing. He was near and He was hungry.

I somehow made it through the rest of the afternoon, preparing dinner for us, listening and half listening to the news reports and waiting for hubby to come home, but also instinctively waiting for that signal, the summons to go to Him. A phone call or a text message were his ususual methods, so I sat through dinner with hubby, on the edge of my seat.  Each summons, until then, had been a test to see how loyal I was to my desire.  Would I want to see Him bad enough to arouse suspicion in my stable home or would I risk losing all of that for this seemingly endless obssession with this game of His.  I had long given up trying to decipher whether I was His obsession or if He were mine.

By the time hubby and I retired for the evening, I was sure that my instinct was wrong.  Perhaps I had mistakened it for a feeling of guilt.  Guilty for the way I was treating my life.  My dear husband lying asleep beside me truly was the best thing to come into my life. Why then all the risk of losing him over a whim that I had to always indulge this deep secret passion?  How did this all get started anyway?
 
At exactly 2:00am the next morning or the middle of the night, however you view it, from a shallow sleep, I heard my cell phone beeping, indicating that I had a message.  There it was.  My message, my summons.  Who else would leave a message in the middle of the night like that.  I quietly got up and dug the phone from the bottom of my purse where I had stuffed it earlier.  The message said "LOOK OUTSIDE."
I flew to our bedroom window and snatched back the draperies.  At first i didn't see him, but then He stepped out from the shadows of the magnolia tree my hubby had lovingly planted for me 10 years before.

 I thought to myself, what is He thinking?  What could he POSSIBLY be thinking, showing up literally on my doorstep in the middle of the night.  I knew He must have seen me because just at that moment He texted to me: Come here.  I was torn between my lustful curiosity and the dreadful fear of getting caught.  The curiosity won out as i tip-toed out of the bedroom.  My hubby was always a sound sleeper and i had no fear that any of my activities had awaken Him.  I just wondered if he would rollover and miss my body from the bed, but none of this really worried me as i approached the patio door, expecting to find Him standing there and waiting but He wasn't there
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I stepped out into the balmy night, under the cover of darkness and onto the dewey grass, around the way to where I had seen him standing and there He was.  I could make him out good from this spot and he beckoned for me to come to Him.  I followed His command and approached Him. 
Upon approach, He swiftly pulled me to him and with one hand, shocked me by half snatching and half tearing my flimsy night shirt off of me, leaving me completely nude and shaking right there in the balmy darkness of my familiar backyard.  I almost screamed from the blood quickly rushing from my brain and to my loins.  Just like that, i was completely engulfed with desire. He had yet to utter one word.  No sooner than my blouse had hit the ground where He threw it, He grabbed me again, turned me around to where i was now standing with my back to Him and drew me to him and held me there tightly.  I could feel His chest on my back and His hard dick on my ass. 

He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and the other around my waist and held me there like that as He harshly whispered, "surprise bitch."  "You knew I was coming, didn't you?"  "You can feel me, can't you?"  Before I could utter an answer, He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair and answered for me. "Yes." 

He started shoving me forward.  I had no idea where we were going.  When we had moved about 10 feet to the center of the grass covered yard, and stopped suddenly. He then grabbed both my shoulders and forced me to my knees.  Just the slightest of screams escaped my lips before I could stop myself.  He then bent down to my ear and in a gruff voice told me that I could get as loud as I wanted to, but know that the louder i got, the louder he would get and that He really didn't mind because He after all had nothing to lose if we were discovered by my hubby
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I could feel as much as hear him start to remove his shirt.  I just knelt there in the damp grass frozen in some kind of psychosis. Just as many times before, I had no power over this man and his masculinity.  His pure dominant aire had always taken my breath away as much as it had always taken my control and common sense.  The first time I had met him, months before this time, i actually thought  I must have been having some sort of mental breakdown or at the very least a mid-life meltdown. Was I so starved for affection by my hubby that I would be taken over by a this strong, dark stranger?  Was I so transparent that my neediness or boredom shined through the facade I was calling an ideal life? 
I was still reeling from all that had transpired so far, when i felt the first lash of his belt across my back. I whimpered softly partly out of pain and partly out of pleasure.  This was always the beginning of my end with Him.  The moment He would bring me to that threshold of pain and pleasure.  There was never any turning around from that point, for i always leapt to the other side.

After about 5 good lashes with His belt,  He then took the belt and slipped it around my neck.  This never frightened me before and had become a regular part of our little game.  By this time in the play I would be swooning and certainly too turned on to care. He stood in front of me and pinched both my nipples real hard as he stared down into my eyes.  All I could see of his eyes was the light from a neighbor's patio, reflecting.  They looked sinister in deed but that only heightened my desire for everything He was sure to do to me. As the pain from the nipple pinching subsided so sweetly into that familiar yet strange form of pleasure, I felt my passions rise in the form of my own juices starting to flow down my thighs.  Nothing or no one had ever made me come to that point of erotic pleasure so fast and so thoroughly.  This is why I always answered His call. This is why I would always take the risk. There was nothing else in my life that was this physically powerful.

I felt the heat rising from His body.  Surely these were His pheromones emanating from His body as, He to, always found His pleasure in what He does to me. He took His throbbing dick through the zipper hole of his pants  and teasingly rubbed it across my moist lips as they waited there parted.  He grabbed my hair again and this time held my head back and whispered for me to stick my tongue out.

I followed His command and then he began to gently beat my tongue with that big throbbing member.  His grip on my hair tightened and He began to whisper affirmations of "good girl" and "that's a good little slut."  My compliance was always my answer.  I really had no control, no choice for His degrading taunts were the most powerful aphrodisiac i had ever encountered. I Loved the way he pulled my hair and commanded me like I was totally his for his use and use me he did.

 
He after a few minutes of him teasing and taunting me with his dick on my tongue he ordered me to stand then bend over and grabbed my ankles and hold on tight.  He then took his now moist dick and slowly dragged it slowly and firmly from my now throbbing clit all the way to my ass hole leaving a nice wet trail in that hot little valley. I was so hot and on the verge of cumming that I started to rock and swoon.  He warned me that if I did cum he would take that big hard dick and ram it into my ass.  Just hearing the warning only intensified the blood rush. 

He stood me up then and removed the belt from my neck and tied it now around my knees and told me to bend over again and when I did, he quickly grabbed me by both sides of my ass and slid his dick right into my hot melting pussy.  In an instant, he had hit my G-spot and i couldnt help but cry out a little. The pleasure was immeasurable.  I would have cum right then but was held in control by his threat.  I really didn't want my ass to be  taken roughly like that.  His dick is larger than average and my ass being very virgin was simply not ready.  I knew it wasn't ready yet because he told me himself that it wasnt, but I didn't let that fool me into thinking that he would not carry out the threat he was now making.

Now as he was fucking me from behind, me bent over and totally at his mercy, I felt him pick up the pace and start fucking me more furiously.  His big thick fingers were digging into the cheeks of my ass and knew that I would be sore and tender from this for a few days afterwards but I did not nor could not worry about that now as the intense fucking i was getting was taking me into another world.  He took one of his big and thick thumbs and suddenly pushed it all the way in my ass.  That did it. I couldnt help it. I started cumming like I'd never cum before. He felt my pussy contracting, heard me whimpering, heard my pussy smacking back in answer to every thrust he was giving me. I felt him growing inside of me, the thumb went even deeper and then I heard this intense, primal growl as he was busting his juicy nut. 

He pulled his dick out and sprayed the hot juices right in the crack of my ass. It felt so wonderful as he let me lean my now weak body against his.  He help me to stand straight up by reaching over and pulling me up by my hair. He undid his belt from around my knees then held me from behind as he rested his head on my shoulders.  He planted gentle kisses around my neck.  This was something he had never done before and it was so appreciated.

He pulled my head back gently to give me my further instructions, which were to go back to bed without as much as showering. Just go back to bed with my hubby wearing his "brand," his sweat.  He then lifted my now limp and soaked body and carried me to the door, with the final warning to do as he said and not wash up before rejoining my husband in bed.  He said He would know if i did.
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