Jillian Likes To Be Double Stuffed

Jill has been after me in her own sweet and sexy way to let her know some of my favorite moments. It has all been good but she wants me to share some of those, which have blown my socks off. Her term not mine. So here goes.

This one we call “Double Stuff.”

Jill had to go into work for a few hours on this Saturday morning. As soon as she was in her car I called, her work number leaving a voice message. “Good Morning Baby. I have to run out to the store, is there anything you want me to pick up for you. Do you still like Oreo’s?”

The reference to Oreo’s is one of several code words we have. The thing is she doesn’t know if I am asking about cookies or whether or not of us is requesting a certain sexual activity. Well actually it is more me, than Jill she normally is fairly straight-forward in letting me know she wants to suck and ****. “No. Filter” is how she rolls I knew planting that seed in her mind first thing in the morning would have her distracted all the time she was at work. I wanted her ***** to be creaming in anticipation all day long.

Thus, I wasn’t really surprised when she returned home two hours early. However, I was ready for her. “Jillian is that you?”
“Yes, Jackson, its me.”

You have to understand that Jillian has the most amazingly open mind to sex. Anything I want to do she is willing to participate. But she knew she I was puddy in her hands when she first described how she was going to make love to me through my ****. Thus, I don’t know if some of the **** I request pushes her limits or is just something she already had on her “Fuckit List”. Jill the one you all are most familiar with is her inner ****, which she periodically lets out a couple times every three or four months. I only found out because one of her girlfriends Barbara, Babs or Bags, she was supposed to be out with one night accidentally called our home looking for Jill. Of course I busted Jill when she got home. No I am not a cukold. We talked it out and have established our rules and boundaries for play. That is we see, we keep our thoughts and hands to ourselves and bring that energy home. Then I had her tell me about her fantasy guy as she sucked my **** hard, before being over grabbing her ankles. I raised her skirt to find no thong. Bare assed Jill a beautiful site. Her lips were coated with her wetness as my **** found its way to her tight hole. I thought to myself he must not have ****** her, as she was tight and didn’t flinch from soreness as I let my **** burrow its way into her *****. I didn’t know at the time if I was getting sloppy seconds or not, but her ***** didn’t feel like it had been ******. So I ****** it for her. Later I found out Jill and Babs were setting me up to think that Jill was out with another man. It worked and she got drilled like she wanted.

Anyway, Jillian is the proper lady, which everyone sees when she’s outside the home. So she knows when I call her that at home, I have something naughty in mind. Jack is my laid back, relaxed gentleman, guy next door, friend yada, yada. However, Jackson is my alpha male dominant side. Her reply lets me know that she has seen the note I left for her on the counter and she knows that for the next couple hour she is going to subjected to more pleasure than she can comprehend. Like it is supposed to be she says.

A minute later Jillian came into the living room wearing what I had laid out for her. The process of putting the loops of the nipple chain around her nipples had them darkened and firm. Reddened Rose.were their color. She walked over to where I was and straddled the wedge pillow I had placed between my legs. We had modified it by adding a piece of plexiglass to which I have suction cupped one of her bigger black ******. As she cupped my balls and stroked my ****, she rocked her slit back and forth on the *****. I love the look of lust, which comes over her as she gets heated up.

I can hear her hand stroking me as the precum leaking from my **** head coats my **** and her hand. I know it is killing her as she gyrates on the *****. Finally she verbalizes, “I want to suck you dry.” Words her eyes pleaded moments before.
“What would your colleagues think if they could see you now?”
“They would probably have a heart attack.”
“Why?”
“Because they don’t know I am really a ****.”
“And?”
“And, your nymphomaniac.
“And?”
“And. And a cumslut.”
All the while, stroking my ****. Her mouth now so close I can feel the heat of her breath.
“Let me suck your **** and eat your ***.”
She squeezes me tighter as she simulates covering my **** with her mouth.
At moments like that I don’t know who’s in charge.
Let me put these on you first. I reach under a pillow and reveal handcuffs
I cuff her left wrist and take it behind her back and cuff it to her right wrist.
I like her like this, cause because of the angle of the wedge pillow, as she rocks back and forth, she has to use her oral talents to control the depth my **** reaches in her mouth and if she gets careless it ends up in her throat gagging her.

For the next few minutes I let her rock her mouth back and forth over my ****. She always looks me in the eye when I take and remind her that she and her ***** belong to me. Sometimes, like on this occasion her legs start to tire and more and more often my **** is not only hitting the back of her throat, the force of her body pushes it down her throat. Thus, her gag reflex kicks, she tears up a bit, but so do her saliva glands our mixed juices coat her lips, chin and jaw line. Some has even attached to her **** as they swing back and forth.

I reach between her thighs and as he she raises up, guide the ***** into her tight flowing *****. She moans around my **** as she humps more and more of her ***** downward until only a few inches remain outside of her *****. I stand up, my **** still in her mouth I grab a handful of her hair and hand and pull her to me as I thrust my **** as hard and as far as I can. My raising up, causes her to sit right up pushing the rest of the ***** all the way up into her. Her legs shoot out as she suspends herself fully on the ***** at one end and my **** at the other. Her legs tremble as the ******* churning deep within her body and mind all day, are now erupting inside of her sending intense spasms and twitches all through her body. She collapse on the wedge with her *** up in the air and the black ***** still well buried inside her. Standing over her, I wet two fingers and start working them back and forth with a slight twist into her *******. I squirt some lube on my **** and then on my fingers as I work it around and into her hole. Slowly I pressed my cockhead into her anus, her sphincter under her control relaxes and seals around the head. Grabbing her cuffed hand and pulling her hair, Jillian is pulled back up into a sitting position which both her holes are filled with ****. I reach around her and tug at the nipple chain, which at this point is akin to pulling the chain on a light switch. After riding them for a couple minutes, Jillian’s ***** and ******* succumb to their throbbing and the sparks racing from her nipples straight in to her *****. Her whole ******* ***** seemed to explode as I poured my *** into her ***.

Just like the well known cookie she seems to like, she finds herself “Double Stuffed” the creaming and creamed filled between two black layers.



JiandJa JiandJa
41-45
1 Response May 13, 2012

Great stories. You make loving the wife real sexy.