Ending 2: Monogamy I

Vanilla Is The Best Flavor

Sarah and Jakob came and left without any incident. The four of you had a great time and you were glad that Karen had such good friends. Any awkwardness you had about Karen’s sexual history with those two disappeared after you got to know them better, and a part of you was glad that she had at least gotten two beautiful lovers to have fun with. Karen and Sarah’s naughty past was never brought up during their visit, though they did share a lot of other college stories.

A week or so after they left, Karen deleted her “Personal Massage” folder. “I don’t need it anymore,” she had said when she saw your questioning look. “The only sexual memories I want to keep are the ones with you.” She gives you a naughty grin. “Speaking of which, my new phone has a very good camera.”

You ease inside slowly, trying to be as gentle as possible while Karen pants below you as her occasional moans interspaced with the vibrator’s continuous buzz. Once you’re fully inside, you bend down and kiss her, stroking and massaging her breasts as she tries to get used to your girth.

“Give me a moment love,” she pants as her vibrator turns up a notch. You watch in fascination as the buzzing head pleasures her hard clit. “Fuck, I feel so full. I’m so happy your cock is so thick. Quick, fill my pussy up!”

You grin and grab the dildo beside her. Instead of fulfilling her wish, you tease her lips and slit with its head, sliding it up and down as she moans in want and begs you to push it in. Her ass grips and contracts deliciously on your cock and you enjoy the sensation for a moment before finally sliding the dildo inside her pussy.

Karen had finally managed to train her ass enough for her to be comfortable fucking you. You had entered her ass for the first time a week ago, making sure to rim her for at least half an hour and lube her properly before pushing in. It had been slow going as she got used to your girth and it had not been as satisfying as you had imagined. Karen, on the other hand, had cum thrice: squirting all over the sheets. Watching her become an orgasming wreck had made you cum buckets and it had more than made up for the initial disappointment.

Luckily, the next few times had been much better as her ass got used to you thrusting inside her. The initial penetration was still slow going, but once she got used to your cock she became a maniacal screamer, begging and urging you to fuck her harder and harder as she came over and over again.

Once the dildo was completely inside, she switches off the vibrator and tosses it aside. Then she raises her feet to your shoulders so that it’d be easier to thrust inside her. “Do me,” she commands you. “Fuck me like a good whore.”

You start moving and you immediately feel her ass throb impatiently around your cock. As you start rocking faster, Karen’s moans increase in pitch and volume until it becomes a low, happy scream of pleasure. Her first orgasm of the night hits her and you are rewarded a view of her squirting all over herself and your crotch. “Har..der,” she pants, struggling to stay coherent. “Fuck... me... har...der. I’m a... whore, not some... princess. Fuck!” she screams at the end as she cums again. You move faster, concentrating on your rhythm. You want to cum as late as possible so that Karen could orgasm over and over again.

Her feet are tightly scrunched on your shoulders as they spasm and contract with her orgasms. You take one of them and press her sole on your face, breathing in the wonderful sour smell of her sweaty toes. You diligently try to lick her foot clean as you maintain your rhythm, paying special attention to the salty recesses between her toes.

Karen had agreed, after a lot of repeated requests from you, to avoid washing her feet when she bathed. She also started to wear close-toed shoes and thicker stockings, which made her toes wonderfully smelly and sweaty by the time you arrived home to worship them. You would lie down as she stroked your face and cock with her stockinged feet, saturating your nose with their smell, before removing her stockings and making you lick her feet clean. {if $bisex > 2}This would be followed by a footjob which ended with you cumming all over her toes. This led to another wonderful session of licking her feet clean as you relished the taste of your cum and her sweat mixed together.{endif}

When her feet became too dirty to remain unwashed, you would personally wash them with your own hands: soaping her toes and scraping her heels with a pumice stone. You looked up videos to learn foot massage techniques and the basics of giving a full pedicure. Karen gave over complete control of her feet to you as you lovingly took care of them, including painting her toes and trimming and filing her nails.

An hour later, Karen lies completely spent as your cum lazily drips out of her gaping asshole. {if $bisex > 2}You soothingly lick her sore hole as you enjoy the taste of your cum filling your mouth. {endif}When she finally catches her breath, she goes, “Wow. I lost count after eight. Did I cum more than that?”

“I wasn’t counting either. I’m sure you hit ten though,” you reply.

“I’m probably going to be walking funny tomorrow. Fuck, everyone in my office will know what an anal whore I am.”

“It’s easy to make an excuse. Just tell them that our spanking session went a little rougher than expected. Then nobody will think that you like taking it up the ass.”

She raises an eyebrow at your lame attempt at humor. “Anyway, I got the dress I wanted.” She gives you a warning look. “No searching the house for it. Let me surprise you.”

You give her a smile of agreement. Your one year anniversary was a few days away. You had booked dinner at a nice upscale restaurant that Karen loved. She was planning to surprise you with a nice dress she had found. You, on the other hand, were planning to surprise her with an engagement ring. Unbeknownst to her, you hadn’t merely booked a table but a private room where you could ask her hand in marriage without a crowd of onlookers gawking at you two.

“Well you have some idea as to what my surprise is. What surprise are you planning for me?” she continues. You grin mysteriously before you replay her words in your mind. It was the way she had said “surprise”. You look at her questioningly as your heart begins to thud in fear and nervousness.

Karen returns your stare before she sighs and smiles at you. “You know our problem babe?” she tells you. “We know each other waay too well to be able to hide secrets from each other.” She gives you a mischievous grin. “Little tip: if you plan on secretly proposing to the girl you love, DO NOT hide the ring in a wardrobe you share with her.”

Your mouth dries up and your heart is racing. You’re actually scared – scared like the first time she confronted you back in England. Just as you had back then, you began to blush. You notice Karen is breathing quickly, her face red as well.

She moves close to you, her face inches from yours. “So?” she asks. “Aren’t you going to say the words? Or are you getting cold feet? And please... don’t get on one knee. It is not romantic when a naked man does it.”

You blankly stare at her for a moment before going to the wardrobe and extracting the ring from its hiding place. You come back and take her in your arms. You had an entire speech planned for this moment, but looking into her expectant eyes drives the words out of your mind. Besides, a speech seemed too tacky for the occasion; there was nothing more to be said. The question was a formality, her answer obvious.

“Will you marry me?” you ask as you hold out the ring to her.

You feel a warm rush of pleasure as she beams in happiness, better than any orgasm you’ve ever had, and her lips begin to shape the word “Yes.” It is a few seconds before you notice that the word never arrives. You’d been so focussed on her beaming eyes that you failed to notice the very naughty look and grin that had replaced her expression.

“If you want my answer,” she tells you as she slides away from your embrace, “fuck my pussy and make me cum.” She lies on her back, legs spread, with her pussy facing you. She then places the ring on her mound, just over her clit.

Surprisingly, you have little memory of the rest of the best night of your life. You have no memory of your cock getting rock hard and entering her extremely wet pussy. What you specifically remember is two things – the first is thrusting inside her as you repeatedly moan two sentences into her ear: “I love you,” and “Will you marry me?”, and the second is her orgasming under you as she screams her answer:

“Yes. Yes. OH GOD YES! YES! FUCK YES!.....”