Sandra has her way with me

Sandra and I sauntered up the stairs to the master bedroom.

As we got in the door, once again she put her mouth to my ear. She whispered "and now, my lord husband, I'm going to make you very happy." She began nibbling and licking my ear while she undid my pants. A moment more, and she gave me a gentle shove onto the bed.

"Stay right there. Put your hands behind your head and let me do everything. I can make you very happy." Damn, her accent was adorable, and the throaty voice she was using went right to my cock. To my American ear, she sounded like the product of a thousand years of aristocracy. She sounded like nobility, she looked like a supermodel, and her only goal for the night was pleasuring me.

She began by kissing and licking up my thigh, taking an exquisitely slow time to reach my cock. She refused to hurry, first sucking each of my balls into her mouth while running her fingertip very gently over my shaft.

I reached out to give her hair a tug. She responded with a swat, surprisingly hard. "No my lord," she said firmly, "this is my show. Hands down."

I complied. I was relieved I had made myself a companion willing to push back on me. And really, she did seem to have a good plan.

Little by little, her mouth moved from my balls to the base of my penis; she very gently began licking her way up. It was a shock when she suddenly shifted tone. All at once, her mouth was fully on me, her tongue was rasping on me and she was sucking strongly.

I jerked upright, startled by the sensation. She gave me a gentle shove back down, and went back to her blowjob. I had never experienced anything so intense. She was focused and she was eager, and she was holding nothing back. It was almost too much; I was gasping and writhing underneath her.

As suddenly as she started, she stopped. First she held stock-still for a moment, and then, as I was about to ask her what happened, she went back to very slowly and gently licking. I closed my eyes and relaxed my shoulders as she again stepped down the tempo, back to rubbing me with just a finger. So I was slow to notice that she had repositioned herself on her knees next to me. I definitely noticed when she swung a knee over my hips; quick as lightning she slid my cock right into her soaking cunt.

She gave a groan, and paused a moment. I could feel her cunt clenching down around me. I don't think I could have moved if I wanted to. I looked her over. She had something the look of Botticelli's Venus, her red hair hanging down in heavy locks on her shoulders. Her breasts were perky, grapefruit sized, with vivid red areolae and nipples. My eyes jumped down to her crotch, resting on mine. I hadn't consciously thought about it at all as I was remolding her, but she somehow ended up with just a cute strip of fiery red hair marking her mound.

Her orgasm past, she took a shuddering breath, and then gave an experimental bounce, then another, slower, deeper. Just as she seemed to be settling into a rhythm, she broke the pattern, bending down to link tongues with me as she ground on my cock. I reached up to squeeze her ass, earning a gasp from her.

It was an exquisite fuck. Her lips on mine were the softest and gentlest as she kept kissing me, even as her other lips surrounded me. I I let her control the pace, riding me slowly but plunging deep on every thrust.

"So good", I murmured. Suddenly, she came, with a scream and an intense squeeze of her cunt.

"Oh, you really like that, don't you" I realized. "Come for me again why don't you?" And would you know it, she did. This whole happy sex **** thing was really growing on me.

"And now I'm going to finish the way I like", I told her. I pulled her close to me, and began sucking on her fabulous breasts as I thrust upwards into her. "I'm going to cum inside you", I told her, and as she squeezed down around me in yet another climax, I did.

Afterwards, with her cuddled up against me, we talked more about the future. This also gave me a chance to fine-tune my instructions for her. I wanted a hot, eager, and helpful spouse, not a sex-crazed power-hungry maniac. I did some judicious guiding of relative priorities, damping her enthusiasm for an army of thralls, encouraging her to take a more focused look at how we managed our growing household staff and expenses.