Venus Butterfly

“Millie, I’ve never told you about what I was like when I was younger. You never asked and I never volunteered, but, in a way you’re asking now. I was a hell raiser, fights, drugs, even a little petty crime. I was never caught, never prosecuted but I walked the razor’s edge, then I got a little older, wiser, I don’t know, but it did dawn on me that I needed to settle down. In spite of my other ways I’d always been a reader, it was escapism for me, I could get wrapped up in the plot, the story and I was there, Follett, Forsythe, Martin Cruz Smith, Lee Child, dozens, I have dozens of favorites, so instead of going to a bar, lookin’ for a chick or a fight I started going to the library. Of course you know I was a book rat, that’s how we met.

You were so different from any woman I’d met before, conservative of dress, conservative of views, controlled and intellectual, my exact opposite, the attraction wasn’t immediate, but after you’d accepted my invitation for coffee a couple of times, after we’d had dinner together, I wanted you in my life.

He shifted a bit, now his head was at my breast and mine was resting on his shoulder. I couldn’t really believe it, Tommy was emitting little sobs, he was crying, his tears dampening my breasts, I petted is head trying to soothe him, I’d never suspected his troubled pass.

It was my turn, “Baby boy, how can I help, what can Mommy do to make it better?”

“Just hold me Millie, hold me and love me,” he said. He took one of my nipples and sucked, he suckled at my breast like he was my baby, I loved him so, it felt elating knowing that I was adored, loved and needed. I held him while he sucked me.

While he was at my breast I talked softly to him.

“Tommy I love you, I’m desperately in love with you, you make me feel like a woman, a beautiful woman; and last night, Tommy that was all for me, I had sensations I couldn’t even imagine, urges that I met and urges that I want to experience. My arousal surpassed even where my imagination could have taken it, you touched my bottom, I felt your finger in me. Not in three lifetimes could I have thought I’d find that pleasant, now I want you to do it again, my vagina is clasping, contracting just holding your head while you nurse. Make love to me Tommy, please make love to me.

He raised his head, his eyes were still leaking, tear stained but he kissed me, my legs were open, he lay between them and rose to his knees, he smiled at me then guided his cock along my slit, at my vagina he pushed in. Smooth as gliding across silk he entered me, I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him to me, I wanted him deeply in me, I wanted to feel him stretch my vagina, he began to stroke, slowly at first, long slow strokes then he sped up, urgency, he was gonna to cum quickly, I knew it, he wanted me with a desperation fueled by our conversation, his confession, yet, I sensed he was still holding back, he’d fallen to my breast like a child, hiding his head so I couldn’t see him. I needed him to talk to me.

Tommy came with a roar, grunting with each thrust, he emptied himself in me, I held him to me, my legs and my arms clasped him to my body, he was my man, I’d do anything for him.

He was lying on me, still in me, softening but still ensconced in my body. His head was beside my face, I whispered in his ear, “Tell me, Tommy, tell me the rest, let it out, you can say anything to me, ask anything of me, I’m yours, your wife and your lover, you’ll know my secrets and you can share yours with me, talk to me, please baby.”

“Ah Millie, I can’t tell you everything, you’ll think I’m some kind of weird pervert, let’s just leave it alone.”

I rubbed his back and kissed his cheek, “No Tommy, you’re wrong, we can’t leave it alone, if it’s that big a secret it could fester, maybe even damage our relationship. You need to talk to me; we can deal with it whatever it is.”

He squirmed uncomfortably in my arms, it was like he wanted to run and hide, my handsome, confident husband, he did need to share with me.

My tone was a little sharp, not loud but demanding, “Tommy, talk to me.”

He did, he told me what his freak was, I did think it was weird but I didn’t say it to him. Weird but painless, nobody would be hurt, it was something I could, hell would do for him, if he liked it, so be it.

Between the mimosas and the coffee the girl had a bladder that was crying for relief; I got up from the bed and took Tommy’s hand.

“Come with me,” I asked.

I lead him to the bathroom, sat and spread my legs.

“Hold me, Tommy, please hold me,” I asked.

He cupped my sex, his thumb rolled the hood of my clitoris back and he masturbated me. My bladder released, my golden flow washed over Tommy’s hand, that’s what he wanted, his hand felt nice, cupping me, holding me, exciting my clit, weird yes but I even liked it. When I’d finished he continued to stimulate me ‘til I’d enjoyed a little orgasm. He handed me a pad of tissue, I wiped while he rinsed his hand.

It became another part of our sexual experiences, not every time of course, but several times a week I’d invite him to join me in the bathroom, I got my little orgasm, he got his wet hand.

We never repeated that night, I’m not sure I’d want to, it was almost too intense but it did open some doors, we both now enjoyed and practiced oral sex, I liked stimulating his prostate, he’d cum really hard and I could now swallow all of his offering. Tommy received his golden shower on his hand, and I was more wanton, demanding sex and attention, wanting Tommy’s hands, mouth and penis nearly every night.

Yeah, we’d opened some doors, all but one. My back door, my anal virginity, we were going out tonight, dinner and cocktails then coming home.

The bedroom was already set up, we’d have the scented candles again and the aromatic bath, Tommy was going to bathe me, dry me and take me to bed.

Some of the other preparations weren’t quite so romantic; at least I didn’t think so. Unromantic but, at least to us, necessary, two Fleet enemas for me; I was going to take them across Tommy’s lap; maybe he’d give me a little spank or two, now that though gave me a tingle.

Dinner was good but I think we both were distracted, imagining later. We had one drink each and decided we’d delayed long enough, I was nervous, my stomach was a little queasy and my bowels felt loose, nerves, nothing more, just nerves.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it, shoot; I was the instigator but still…

When we got to the bedroom Tommy undressed me like he was unwrapping a Christmas present, My blouse, my bra, kisses to my breasts, my skirt, my shoes and finally my panties, he was kneeling in front of me, he flicked his tongue out and gave my labia a lick.

Then he stood, the moment of truth, the enemas were ready, sitting on the night stand. They’d looked so small before, now they looked like gun barrels mounted on gallon jugs, he sat on the side of the bed and pulled me over his lap.

He just let me lie there for a few minutes, he knew my anxiety was mounting, he was teasing. He did give me a spank, a sharp little whack, “Has Millie been a bad girl,” he teased.

He took a little of the KY and lubricated me then a little on the nozzle, he parted my cheeks and slid the tube home.

The liquid felt fizzy in me, like it was an internal Alka-Seltzer, he emptied the bottle, set it aside and rubbed my back while we waited for it to work.

I felt a buzzing in my belly, I had to go. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom; behind the closed door I voided my bowels. I cleaned myself, started the water running to fill the tub and went back for my second dose.

It made not a lot of sense to me but I liked lying across Tommy’s lap, I felt a little subservient, like I was surrendering myself to him, not PC I know, I didn’t much care, I liked it.

He repeated the process, lubed me, filled me, rubbed my back ‘til I needed to run and waited.

“Tommy, come wash me,” I called. I was already luxuriating in the hot bath when he came in.

He soaped my up with my loofah sponge, he even had me stand so he could get everything, he let his fingers do a little exploring while he soaped me, I now have a particularly clean clitoris and am blessed with an immaculate anus, He rinsed me, I got out and he dried me.

Tommy led me back to the bed and lay me down; we’d done a lot of web searching in preparation of our anal adventure. We’d found something called Innuendo anal conditioning gel, Tommy’s gonna put that on me, then we’re gonna play for a while. He’s gonna use a lot of lube, too. We’ve decided to go doggie, my choice, maybe because I like to feel that he’s dominating me, I don’t know but that’s how we’re gonna do it.

I’m back across his lap, he’s putting that Innuendo on me, it’s supposed to help relax my sphincter, I hope it works.

“Hey, you’re playing not doctoring, I wanta play too,” I bitch at him, just teasing.

He pulls my up, takes me in his arms and kisses me, a wet passionate kiss, we play dueling tongues then he nibbles my ear lobe and kisses down to my breasts. He passes over them with just a nip and a lick to each nipple. I don’t need a lot of foreplay, my crotch is already awash.

Tommy splits my labia with his tongue and savors my acidic, citrus flavor; he says he likes my taste. I know I like him tasting me, then he takes my clit into his mouth, just a finger, he lifts the hood. I’m engorged and swollen, my pearl tip glistens with my moisture, he covers me and sucks, rolling his tongue around my clit, teasing the tip with the tip of his tongue, enflaming me, he moistens one finger, just one finger and probes my bottom, he wants to feel my anal contractions when I cum. I’m ready, his tongue, my clitoris, explosion, tremors ripple through my body, my organs clench, his finger is trapped then another, then another, four orgasms, I tell him to stop, I’m too sensitive for more. He licks me clean then kisses me. I taste me, my vagina on my lips, that’s new, too, I’ve never tasted me before. Not bad, like he told me, a little acidic, a little citrus.

I roll over on my tummy and lift myself to my knees.

Tommy moves behind me, he has the KY Jelly, he works some into me, then some more. He has two fingers in me, pumping gently, stretching me, then more lube. There can’t be too much lube, especially this first time. Tommy slathers some on himself.

I can feel pressure; he’s got the head in contact with me.

Words I couldn’t have thought a month ago, but they seem like the right words, “fuck my ass Tommy, fuck my big ass,” I beg.

He presses forward, I feel just a twinge of pain as my sphincter gives way and he’s in me.

Tommy pauses for a moment, letting me adjust to the intrusion then he inches into me, slowly, oh so very slowly, no more than a half inch at a time, he’s stretching me, that’s all I feel, not real pain, my anus is being distended, I’ve got a 3 ½ inch tube in me, moving inexorably forward, half inch by half inch. I feel a fullness, almost like I need to void my bowel, he’s up in my rectum, he’s in; I can feel the tickle of his pubic hair against my buttocks.

I’ve done it, I’ve given my last virginity to my man, I’m proud of myself. He starts to pump, slow long languid strokes, deep into me, its like I’m liquid, it’s so smooth, silken skin over a tungsten shaft, he glides in me.

I’m getting aroused, “Faster Tommy, fuck me faster.”

He answers my plea, faster and harder, he probes me deeply, Yes, that’s what I want, I want him pounding me, fucking me, making me grunt and groan and wail.

“Yessssss Tommy, yessssss, oh that’s right, fuck my big ass.”

I’m right along with him, pushing back to meet his thrusts, “Tommy, feel me, touch my clit, please, please.”

His hand reaches under me, I’m wet and open; my labia puffy and swollen, he lets me ride two of his fingers.

He mounts me, I can feel that I’m carrying some of his weight and he rides me, pistoning in and out. He reaches around me with his free hand and pulls me against him, his other hand is speed dancing across my love button, I’m there,

“Aaaaaah, God,” I wail. My climax hit me, my body’s trembling, I’ve grabbed Tommy’s cock, he’s caught in my anal contraction but it doesn’t matter, he’s shooting pulse after pulse of his hot cum is flooding my bowels, deep inside me, wet, wild and wonderful, I release him, his stroking continues but slows until he’s drained himself in me.

He rolls to the bed taking me down with him, “God Millie that was fantastic, absolutely fantastic.”

I can only nod in agreement.

I later learn that what Tommy had done to me that night was called the Venus Butterfly, as sex goes, I’d rather have him in me but it did create a sense of intimacy between us letting us experiment with each other in ways we might never have done.

Oral sex we might have gotten to but anal and Tommy’s little fetish would never even have been discussed let alone acted on.

But right now, my bladder is calling for relief; I take Tommy’s hand and lead him with me.