I wish Mel was My Accountant

My wife, Mel, is an accountant and I’m an attorney named Steve. We’re each 26. We’re each employed in large firms in our respective fields. Several times a year we each have to attend social events organized by the spouse’s firm. On the evening mentioned in this story the cocktail party was related to Mel’s firm and I was the bored but pleasant ‘plus one’.

A woman from Mel’s office was introduced to me by my wife. I forgot her name almost as soon as I heard it. She was a bit older and pleasant enough but my role was merely to be polite, smile and make idle conversation.

The first thing the woman said was to compliment Mel on her suit which was an unusual shade of blue but not otherwise too noteworthy. She then noted to me more than to Mel that Mel always dresses very well and has great taste in clothing. Mel thanked her for the compliments and then added with an innocent smile, “I can’t take all of the credit. Steve helps me shop and frequently lays out an outfit that he thinks will be perfect.” The woman smiled at me and nodded in a way I took as a compliment. I nodded back.

Within the next few sentences of conversation, the woman wanted me to know that she was something of a mentor to Mel and was pleased with how well Mel had become an integral part of their shared specialty team within the firm. The woman told me how close to Mel she felt she had become. I smiled and said something meaningless. The woman then asked my wife, “So, how did you meet your husband?”

Standing with my wife of one year I wondered how Mel would answer. My wife glanced at me with a subtle smile which I knew reflected our secret, turned to her friend and said, “Oh, I was out with friends a few years ago when I met Steve. We spent some time together and just seemed to hit it off.” I smiled innocently and nodded.

The conversation went in another direction involving their office which was fine with me. I was bored as I usually was at these events but I smiled inwardly knowing that my wife and I were undoubtedly both thinking about the night we met. My cock twitched and I wondered if Mel was feeling a little dampness in her panties.

To all outward appearances in Mel’s professional life, she’s a reasonably attractive conservative CPA- not a very remarkable person in an overall staid profession. She dresses well in modest business suits and is well respected in the large firm in which she holds a low-level managerial role. She’s got beautiful shoulder-length hair and appears to have an attractive body that’s about 5 ft 7 inches tall and about 125 lbs. In the business suits I don’t think anyone in the office would describe her as fat, thin, shapely or otherwise remarkable – I’d guess average would be the consensus.

I’m tall at about 6 ft 3 inches but otherwise quite average.

What the people in Mel’s office don’t know is that she has a killer body and a kinky mind.

Mel was a track star in high school. In college and thereafter she ran quite a bit but just for fun. She may not be in competitive shape any longer but she’s extremely fit- going to the gym or running about four days a week. While I just referred to her as a former track star, she’d tell you that she ran well but could never achieve the best times due to her body type. She just wasn’t lean enough. Carrying extra weight in the ass and chest was her handicap.

When I met Mel in her early twenties, I thought she was beautiful and extremely sexy. The ‘extra weight’ was what made her body so sexy. She had and has a true hourglass figure. I don’t know her measurements but she has the body of a centerfold in a men’s skin mag before the popularity of implants.

I couldn’t truly assess her body when we first met but over the first month or so some basics became clear. Her natural tits were big- not huge but enough to qualify her as ‘well-endowed’.

After a few dates, her bra tag told me she was a 34D. Since her shoulders and skeletal structure weren’t huge and she wasn’t fat, her tits seemed even larger to me but her clothing hid that.

During these dates I found that her tits were perfectly shaped and topped with succulent large nipples that seemed always partially erect. Her waist was trim- not skinny but certainly not fat. Her hips also seemed perfect- not exaggerated like Kim K’s- but not also not flat. In simple terms, Mel’s body and mind were my definition of ideal.

Our first meeting wasn’t exactly as Mel had suggested to her office friend. It was true that we’d met when she was with a group of guys and girls when they were all in grad school or law school but stopping the tale there was a very misleading. The group was all at a BDSM Club. The Club was brand new and offering low cost one-night memberships to the curious in the hope that they’d join. I was there with a few curious friends as well.

I met Mel as we happened to be standing next to each other – each watching a young woman being strapped down onto what I learned was a spanking bench. Her ass was positioned off the end of the bench. The light skin tone of her ass contrasted quite dramatically with the black leather of the bench and the black leather corset she was wearing. Aside from high heels she was otherwise naked. Mel was close enough to me that I could hear her breath catch as the first leather binding was strapped to the woman’s wrist. The strap was connected to a ring on the bench and pulled snug. When the leather strap on the second wrist was pulled tight making the woman helpless, Mel moaned at little and was embarrassed as she realized I’d heard her.

Being the perfect gentleman, I leaned in close and told her not to be embarrassed. I said I found the scene arousing as well. “The black corset really emphasizes her fair skin. If her ass is reddened by spanking it will be even sexier.” I watched Mel’s eyes drop to the bulge in my pants. She smiled seductively and whispered, “You look like your excitement might be about average or do you think of yourself as above average?”

I blushed- not knowing how to take her comment but pleased that we were talking and already flirting. I didn’t know how to respond without risking being a fool. I didn’t want to sound like a braggart and didn’t think my cock was above the norm. If she hadn’t been making a size comment, I’d sound like a jerk if I responded in that vein. Finally, I said, “I have no experience in places like this but with the right partner it certainly could be hot.”

“True,” she said. “It’s my first time, too, but I think I could get interested. I couldn’t admit that to most of my friends. Our group came tonight to make fun of it.”

“Sounds like we have something in common. My guy friends are here to get a few glimpses of half-naked women but they’re not into BDSM. I’d like to be but haven’t had the opportunity. Do you know the woman that’s about to be spanked?”

At just about that moment the man’s hand landed several hard spanks on the bound woman’s ass and Mel seemed to shiver a little. Her breathing seemed a little deeper but that might have just been my imagination as I was already picturing my new acquaintance on the bench with my hand fondling her ass in between spanks.

“No, I don’t know her,” she said. “I think all of the participants are members from another BDSM Club. We’re all just spectators unless they call for a volunteer.” The spanking continued in front of us with the young woman on the bench sometimes grunting as a hand hit but seeming to be quite content.

“If they call, should I help you raise your hand?”

“No thanks. I think the first time I try spanking it should be in private and with somebody whose name I at least know.”

“I’m Steve.”

She smiled and said, “Clever…I’m Mel.”

“Now, all we need is some privacy.”

She smiled and added, “I said, ‘At least’, which suggests they were just threshold criteria. There are a few other subjective milestones that would need to be passed but you haven’t been ruled out; at least not yet.”

“I can live with that for now.”

The spanking exhibition continued and we watched in silence. I was well aware of Mel standing next to me. I was trying to plan how I could get to know her and potentially get my hands on her ass. After a few minutes, I turned to her and said, “It looks like this scene is just about over. Are there other activities here you are anxious to see or may I buy you a drink at the juice bar?”

“I’d like to window shop in the clothing and toy exhibition they have set up in the lounge. It might be fun to get a male perspective on some of the offerings.”

We spent about a half hour browsing through a broad range of clothing and bondage items. There was a higher level of light in the display area which gave us each the chance to better evaluate the other’s looks. I’m sure we were each trying to impress. I was struck by Mel’s wit and enjoyed getting the first glimpses of her personality as well as her appearance. She seemed sincere in her interest in several of the bondage and leather clothing items being showcased. I found that to be very hot.

I thought of myself as about a 6 on a one to ten scale and quickly placed her at an eight or a nine. She was out of my class but possibly reachable if we had enough kink in common. In simple terms, when you look for someone into a subset like kink, the pool of candidates shrinks and a 6 might not be so far below an 8. Moreover, if we actually engaged in some bondage or other play I might score higher.

That was how we met.

That first evening was a glimpse into our secret sides and what we had in common. Mel’s co-workers had no clue of Mel’s hot body nor what turned her on. I found it laughable that her ‘mentor’ thought they were so close.

After that first evening Mel and I dated and got to know each other better just like most couples do. We went to movies, went out for dinners and gradually shared more kissing and groping. There was a fair amount of talk of kink and watching some BDSM porn together but overall, we were just a normal couple. We tried bondage and spanking; putting her bondage and sexually teasing was good. Spanking was not. We were probably slower to get to real sexual intimacy than most couples since Mel was actually rather conservative and sexually inexperienced. She wasn’t a virgin but she wanted to progress slowly.

It was during our second or third date that I had hugged her enough and seen her in enough different outfits to conclude her body was far sexier than it had seemed. Feeling her tits pressed into my chest revealed them to be much larger than I’d previously thought. My eyes and hands also measured her waist to be thinner and her ass to be more luscious than her conservative clothing had suggested.

I felt I compelled to compliment her on her hidden assets and wonder out loud why she covered up so much. She thanked me for the compliment and explained, “As a female in the accounting world It’s important to be taken seriously. If a woman looks sexy the men tend to think she’s an airhead and the women think she’s sleeping her way up the career ladder.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that,” I replied.

“It’s sad but true. I make a real effort to be plain. I even wear a minimizer bra at work to do what the name suggests. Wearing loose blouses and suit jackets also helps.

“Wow, I’ve never heard of such a bra. It sounds like a flat-chested feminist’s plot to punish the better endowed.”

“I don’t know the origin but the style suits my needs. Not to play amateur psychologist but my fledgling interest in kink might be that I need an outlet for my suppressed sexuality.”

“Okay, I have no idea if you’re right but I’ll be happy to help with your therapy.”

“How generous of you,” she said playfully. “You have to keep in mind that my daydreams are far more advanced into sex and kink than my actual experience. I’m curious and horny but shy and afraid. I don’t know how to explore. Most important, I need to keep my image conservative and wholesome at the firm.”

I replied, “Might I suggest that we start with a review of your lingerie? That seems like a ‘hidden’ way to be sexier. Once we evaluate what you own, we can explore bolder things on-line. I have a cousin in that business in Chicago and could buy you several ensembles of blatantly sexy things at very low cost- my treat.”

“That sounds like you’d be the one treated but that’s okay. To answer your question, I have some high-quality bras and panties. I think they’re somewhat “sexy but there’s but nothing overtly sexual in my lingerie drawer. What kind of stuff does your cousin have?”

“I’ve never seen his store but he has an on- line catalog. I’d characterize the offerings as probably appealing to sex workers…. – just teasing. Well, let’s just say you’d be more likely to see them offered for sale in a sex shop than in a major clothing retail store. Based on the prices, I’d guess the items are not what you’d call high quality but that’s good for experimenting. If something doesn’t appeal you can discard it. Actually, my quality statement is only half true. I believe he also distributes for a high-quality corset maker. Based on the prices I saw, the corsetry must be of better quality than most of the clothes.”

“Oh. Now you have my interest. I’ve always wanted to try corsetry but can’t imagine going into a retail store to shop for one. I’ve also never had a boyfriend whom I thought would be into that. I’m guessing you would be.”

“Yes, I’m getting hard thinking of you in a corset. Your body is fit and doesn’t need corsetry but I suspect your body type is absolutely perfect for the look of a corset. They’re not as sexy on a stick-thin model. There are many corset styles and my mind is visualizing you in several. Very sexy.”

That’s the backstory as to how – about three years later- my sexy wife was at this work-related cocktail party laced up tight in a white satin corset. In this particular corset her breasts were contained modestly so as to maintain her office look under one of her many business outfits. Personally, I preferred her leather corset that pushed up her tits into generous mounds or her cup-less corset that left her breasts blatantly exposed and framed by black satin. Of course, my preferred look wasn’t compatible with her work persona or the lines of her accountant’s wardrobe.

The corset being worn for the cocktail party was relatively thin and ended at the top of Mel’s hips so it didn’t hurt the line of her suit. For the same reason, it has a smooth front with no front opening busk which typically creates some bulk and a vertical raised edge that can be noticed under most clothes.

It is an off the shelf garment but fits her as if custom made. Unlike most corsets that merely flair out at the top to push up the breasts, this garment has actual bra type half-cups. They leave substantial flesh exposed but cover the nipples and maintain the woman’s traditional bra supported bust line. In other words, Mel can wear her office attire and nobody knows she’s corseted but when she comes home and unbuttons her blouse, she’s very sexy. We call this corset her ‘work corset’.

Similarly, for the cocktail party she wore stay-up stockings so there were no garters to give away the sexiness of her underwear. At my direction, tonight’s outfit was one level sexier than usual since Mel was going commando. Normally for work she considers panties somewhat of a necessity.

Mel and I had developed our shared curiosity about corsets throughout our dating. Initially it was a trial-and-error approach using my cousin as a source to get discounted pricing on several styles. As we learned more, we invested in some custom fitted corsets that were much more expensive but also more emotionally significant. They reflected input from each of us and therefore better embodied how she wanted the corset to feel and how I wanted her to look.

Our relationship took somewhat of an unanticipated turn when Mel got her first custom made garment. I had pushed for the purchase and had a lot of input on the design. It was then that we started to think of the word ‘corset’ as a verb. Without any conscious decision, thereafter I was ‘corseting’ her and she was ‘being corseted.’ There were definite elements of dom-sub and bondage when I would choose which corset she’d wear. She always acceded to my selection unless there was some special business-related reason which she’d explain. My control of her corseting has become routine now but we both still enjoy the dynamic between us. It’s not an exaggeration to say Mel has found that she loves giving me wide discretion in how and when she’s corseted. Again, the only hard limit has been maintaining her image at work.

I’ve had no problem respecting that limit. I love how Mel looks and feels in the corsets and get off on controlling her in this private way. I don’t keep her in corsets all of the time but they are certainly a routine part of her lingerie. She currently has about eight corsets in different styles, fabrics and colors. If I had to guess I’d say she’s wearing one or another style about 25% of the time she’s dressed.

In addition to the corsets, I sometimes enjoy Mel in a waist cincher which is very similar to a corset but so short I think of it as something different. What’s great about the cincher is that Mel can wear a push up bra with it. She has a couple. My favorite is one that she modified by adding extra pads which push her tits together as well as up. The extra pads create an obscene amount of cleavage which she won’t display outside of our home but is perfect for special intimate dinners at home. She has a slutty dress she wears over the bra and cincher which frames rather than hides her tits.

The less extreme push-up bra and two corsets that each mound her breasts dramatically are usually reserved for when we travel and Mel is confident she won’t meet co-workers or clients. She has specific clothes that she wears with each undergarment since her chest is molded differently by each of them. I love each of the variations.

Each of the corsets in her wardrobe also presents differing access to me. In some, her tits are so tightly controlled that they tease beautifully but are all but unavailable to my mouth and hands. Another is great for waist training but Mel says it’s too uncomfortable for her to feel good if we have sex. There was one she tried on that came down half the way down over her hips; we rejected that one since it obstructed her ass. Of those Mel has bought, my favorites are obviously the ones that I can push out of the way to gain access to her tits without causing her discomfort.

I prefer Mel’s corsets in black because the contrast with her exposed flesh is the greatest. I’m also partial to the corsets with no front opening. These need to be re-laced for each wearing and Mel needs me to unlace her. In effect, once she’s corseted she knows she’ll stay corseted until I release her.

Of course, one of my joys in corseting Mel for an evening such as the recent cocktail party is visualizing how it’s going to be afterwards at home. Sometimes I undress Mel but leave the corset in place for sex. On other occasions, I enjoy unlacing the corset as we hug and kiss- gradually getting the restrictive barrier off of her delicious tits. Her nipples and soft breast flesh are particularly sexy when they’re available for the first time in hours. There’s something very special about being able to feel the soft skin and feminine shape of her torso after freeing her body from the stiff corset.

As always, at the cocktail party I enjoyed being the only one knowing of Mel’s corset. At this particular party, the obvious ignorance of her close work friend added to my building arousal as I thought about being at home later. I was sure Mel was at least mildly aroused during the party by thoughts similar to mine. At home Mel would be receptive to my kisses and out of necessity would cooperate with my decision on when the corset would come off.

Soon after getting in the car to go home from that party Mel lifted the hem of her skirt to use a tissue to blot moisture from between her legs. After using one tissue and discarding it on the floor, she folded another and lined her pussy with it- leaving it in place. As she did this she said, “I agreed to go commando tonight and I enjoyed being secretly dirty but if I soiled my skirt, you’re going to be the one to take it to the cleaners. I’d be too embarrassed.” I wasn’t sure how much of her tissue work was needed and how much was merely a tease but I loved it anyway.

On the drive home we shared our observations about many of the party-goers. There was always a certain amount of gossip about who was or might be having an affair and the like. One or another guest would have had too much to drink or otherwise make a fool of himself. That night, as we’d done on more than one occasion, we speculated as to which of her fellow accountants might have a shaved or waxed pussy. Of course, we also had a chuckle about her mentor. I pictured her fainting if she saw Mel’s corset or learned how we actually met.

On arrival in the privacy of our living room I helped Mel take off her jacket and skirt so they could be properly hung up. While I handled her business clothes she laughed and extracted the tissue from between her legs. She joked, “If the party had been longer, I would have needed two.”

I kissed her passionately and enjoyed her enthusiastic response. We pressed against each other and kissed like newlyweds. I unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it to a nearby chair and then renewed our kissing as my hands toured her corseted body and exposed ass. I told her how beautiful and sexy she looked and felt for the thousandth time and she mumbled a thank you. As we kissed Mel unbuttoned my shirt and opened my pants- pushing them to drop to my calves. In between kisses she prompted me to fully lose my clothes. I stripped to my briefs and then resumed my kissing and groping of my wife’s corseted body.

When our kisses seemed to reach a natural pause, my face dropped to the soft upper halves of her breasts. My mouth and tongue kissed all over the exposed flesh. I tried to insinuate my tongue under the edges of the corset in search of a bulging nipple but couldn’t get under far enough. That tease confirmed my prior decision; the corset had to go so I could envelope each of her bullet like nipples in the nerve rich inside of my mouth. My tongue needed to assault those nubs. My cock throbbed at the thought. Mel felt little nudges from my hard-on. She ground against it playfully- a move we both enjoyed.

I backed away a step and extended my hand to Mel to turn her body. Within seconds my fingers had the knot in the corset laces undone and were then enmeshed in the laces to undo them. It was always a task that one wanted to rush but in your haste some laces would tighten as others got loose. Slowing up a little to unlace in the reverse order of the lacing was the best approach. It always took too long but in reality consumed only about 30 seconds.

As the corset loosened, Mel reached for her newly freed breasts and fondled each one- squeezing the soft flesh and cradling herself with successive gentle hand movements. I assume that was an instinctive way to made her flesh feel better but I enjoyed watching as if she was deliberately fondling herself for my pleasure.

When I finally had her body free of the corset my hands reached around her from the back and filled my hands to over-flowing with her soft tits. My hands weighed and fondled her which elicited some soft moans from her and a series of cock twitches from me. I’m sure Mel felt my cock as I had mindlessly nestled it into the crack of her ass when moving in close to her. Feeling the flesh of her ass cheeks pressing back against me added a millimeter or two to my erection.

Fondling Mel’s tits from behind was great as it allowed me to enjoy both breasts at the same time. It was also the best position for feeling her in a natural ‘standing at rest’ position which enabled me to best weigh and appreciate the beautiful mass of her tits. Finally, it placed my open palms squarely atop the best nipples I’d ever enjoyed. Slight hand movement gave me even better nipple feel and excited Mel as evidenced by her louder moans and grinding of her ass against me. As I hope I’ve made clear, I absolutely love my wife’s tits.

I’m quite sure Mel enjoys the same thrill I get when she’s first accessible after being corseted. So it was after the cocktail party. After I enjoyed her tits from behind, I guided Mel to a reclining position on the couch and moved myself into a half kneel next to her. This placed my mouth at her exposed left breast which had an overall redness to it from being held tightly for hours by the corset. My right hand gently lifted her breast and fed it to my ravenous mouth for our mutual pleasure. Mel gasped as the first drops of my saliva sensitized her turgid nipple. My tongue assaulted the big rubbery nub and Mel pushed her breast upward into my mouth.

My other hand found its way to her right breast and caressed it. Once again, I was in a blissful place- with my mouth and hand overflowing with her tits.

As much as I was enjoying my present activity, I remembered Mel’s tissue between the legs and the moisture that prompted it. The tissue had fallen to the floor when I’d undressed her but I was sure she was wet on the inside where it counted. I wanted to taste her and to reward my sexy wife with as much pleasure as I could deliver.

I knee walked along the couch and repositioned our bodies so that I could kiss her inner thighs. As always, I was enthralled by the softness of her skin on this part of her body. Meanwhile, my hands were enjoying the shape and musculature of her legs. Her height and years of running gave her strong sensuous legs. When my hands ventured up to feel her ass I was reminded of her feminine curves- an ass that might have slowed her up as a competitive runner but one that was perfect to me.

Feeling Mel’s naked hips and ass has always been highly sexual to me. There’s something very erotic about feeling the pelvic area which -even for a tit guy- is the woman’s sexual core. Mel’s hip area was superbly toned- soft and feminine while still muscular. Every time my hands grasped this part of her body, I visualized her legs wrapping around me and her hips pulling my sex into hers. These hips were made for sex and I lusted for them. I said, “I know I pay the most attention to your great tits but you should know that this part of your body is incredibly sensual- very sexy and powerful.”

Returning to my goal of pleasuring my wife, my hands spread her legs more- draping one over my shoulder to allow my head to reach her nude pussy. I kissed her baby soft Venus Mound and gradually moved my lips down between her legs into the V of each pelvic-leg joint- teasingly close to her pussy but not yet touching her there. I whispered, “So sexy…” She ground her hips upward and my left hand caressed her ass as she enjoyed my worshiping her.

My mouth then kissed her outer labia. I could feel they were swollen with arousal. The moisture of her opened pussy was spreading out to tease my lips and my tongue quickly joined my exploration. Down and up each lip, I made several trips and then gently sucked on these fleshy protectors of Mel’s entrance.

My excitement grew and my lips and tongue got more aggressive. My mind was enjoying her but also intent on picking up on Mel’s responses. My actions tried to follow her body’s hints as to what was pleasuring her the most. She seemed to be pushing her sex at me so my tongue delved into her dripping core. Her hands grasped my head and nudged me upward toward the front of her slit. I understood her clit was ready for my attention and I was more than ready to serve.

As my tongue circled Mel’s clit several times her hips bucked and her breathing hitched. I thought she was starting to orgasm but soon realized she was close but not yet there. I added some suction and redoubled my tongue’s aggressive play with her clit. That was all it took to bring Mel to the brink and then over into the ‘petite morte.” Feeling her body spasm, go stiff and all but stop breathing was ample evidence of how that term came about.

As always, I was torn between wanting to continue please my wife but realizing It might be time to let her climax resolve. I essentially froze in place with my tongue pressed against the slippery nub of her clit- trying to not tease by slipping. Mel relieved my indecision by gently pushing my head away by an inch or two. I got the sense that even that small movement was taxing her weakened body. In a typically male way, my ego was served by the evidence that I had fully satisfied Mel. I was proud of being a good lover and pleased that I’d earned the right to now focus on my very needy cock.

Mel surprised me by saying, “Not to be a priss, but if you fuck me here we’re going to stain the couch. Can we adjourn to the comfort of our bed? You can have me in the position of your choice,” she said.

“Okay, that sounds good.” I guided her leg down to the couch, stood up and then helped her up. As we walked to the bedroom, she rolled her ass and said, “Do you want to drool over my tits or would prefer to play with my ass as you ravish me?”

“An impossible choice. I’ve love to do both but I’m sure I won’t last long enough for that.”

“You’re not an old man. Let me rephrase the question to: ‘which side of me would you like to drool over first?’ When I’ve taken your first load, I’ll give you a few minutes to recover and then my magic fingers and mouth will complete your restoration. Then you can drool on my second side while fucking me to our mutual exhaustion.”

“In that case, ass side up first, please” I replied. “Thinking about how your tits were bulging out of your corset all evening has definitely primed my pump so I’d better save them for the second round. I need to fuck you hard and deep- even though I won’t last long.”

At the bed the coverlet was quickly thrown to the floor and the top sheet pulled down leaving just a naked sex platform with pillows if needed. Mel centered her body on the bed in the all-fours position and swayed her ass a bit as a final invitation. My hands seized her hips and I moved up immediately behind her. I probed a bit with my unguided cock and was thrilled to have it find its mark without help. That allowed me to grasp her hips more firmly for my first thrust while I pulled her back against me- hard. Mel grunted but wasn’t complaining. When I withdrew almost all of the way, I repeated my strong thrust as deeply as I could get with my hands again helping me to gain just a little more depth.

Mel grunted again and exclaimed, “Yes! Fuck me hard. Does my ass look good? You’re probably giving me hand shaped bruises on my hips. Think how my body will look tomorrow in my work corset with bruised hips from my horny man.”

Her talk had me grabbing her harder and plunging even deeper. I didn’t really think I was bruising her but the thought that I might be and that she was inviting it was a huge turn-on. I couldn’t help but visualize her sex bruises and corset all demurely covered up in her business suit.

Sensing my amped up excitement Mel taunted, “You like that image, don’t you? We’re both perverts cause I like it, too. In round two, give me a hickey on a breast- high enough that it will show above the corset.”

That drove me to the edge of orgasm as I’m sure Mel knew it would. I got in perhaps three more powerful thrusts and could then feel the pressure of my cum overwhelming the muscles in my cock. I exploded into her at the apex of a thrust and pulled hard on her hips to hold my deep position. My mind and body all but shut down as the cum spurted in several bursts of declining strength.

“You get sexier every day,” I panted as my body started to recover. “I guess we are matching perverts.”

“What? You don’t think my female co-workers have been asking for love bites on their tits?”

I laughed softly as I said “No, none of the ladies I saw tonight looked likely to make that request. In fact, I doubt most of them have ever had a hickie anywhere and, if a couple did, I’d bet it wasn’t by invitation.”

As I felt my cock softening, I withdrew and flopped onto the bed. Mel lay down next to me and we hugged. After a few quiet minutes, Mel said, “I’m going to get up in a minute to clean up my pussy a little. When I come back, I’ll attend to your restoration.”

I replied, “Needless to say, even if my body doesn’t generate another explosive climax, I’ll enjoy trying.”

As she got up off of the bed she paused and leaned down near my head. In a sexy low voice she said, “I know we were in the heat of sex when I asked for a love bite on my breast.” She paused and I figured I was expected to say that I knew that she wasn’t serious. Before I could form the words, Mel continued, “So, now that the heat of the moment has passed, I want you to know that I was serious and I still want you to do that. I’ve read that it might be unhealthy to bruise my breasts regularly but I’d really like to have a sexy hickie on my soft intimate flesh. For as long as the bruise lasts it will be our secret. I’m fantasizing that at work, when I have some privacy, I’ll be able to peak down my blouse and see it.”

I was surprised but loved her kinky mind and couldn’t wait to give her what she wanted.

In a couple of minutes Mel returned to the bed and before lying down taunted me by gently dragging her breasts over my face. I made a feeble gesture to grab one with my mouth but Mel pulled away saying, “Not yet.” She lowered her body to lie on her left side and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back and took the opportunity to fondle her right breast.

“Before you mark me as yours, I’ll need some good kissing and groping to get back in the mood. So there’s no misunderstanding, I don’t want a bite with teeth. I want a nice suction-type bruise. It can be on either breast but needs to be high enough to show above my work corset.”

“Your wish is my command,’ I replied.

“I assumed you’d be agreeable. I’m not sure if there are blood vessels near the skin on my breast so we might not get a bruise. You’ll just have to try and then it might take a day before we know the result. If the first try isn’t productive, you’ll get a second chance tomorrow on my other breast. If that fails too, I’m thinking that my inner thigh would bruise for sure. It wouldn’t be as easy for me to see but knowing it was there would be sexy.”

“Wow, you’ve really thought this through.” My cock was semi hard from her talk- a fact that her fingers verified as she reached down and fondled my cock and balls.

“As I expected, your cock likes the idea of marking my tit. It is a pretty hot idea. Picture me in my staid business suit talking to my co-workers who all think I’m ‘Miss Conservative’. My nice soft sexy tit would be under my blouse with your mark- the bruise your nasty mouth created because I asked for it.” My cock throbbed as I visualized that scene.

We kissed again and again and my hand grabbed and caressed her beautiful big breast. Her very erect nipple confirmed her arousal and felt great. I dropped my hand to fondle her left breast but in her prone position it wasn’t fully accessible. My mouth took a break from kissing and I moved down a little on the bed to attack her right nipple. That aroused both of us.

I moved my left hand down to cup her Venus Mound and then moved a little lower to have my fingers at the entrance to her pussy. While my mouth kissed all over both of her breasts my hand teased her pussy- all of which re-ignited her passion. In a half minute or so she murmured, “Mark me. Do it.”

I alternated a few last sucks of her two nipples as I got ready to impose the mark she wanted. I had to move myself around a bit to have use of my hands where I wanted them. As a first step I cradled her left breast in my hand lifting it off the bed and pulled my face back just enough to assess where the mark should go and whether I should squeeze with my hand to make my target skin taut or not. That was a variable I hadn’t considered.

I decided to hold her tightly to tighten the target skin and figured I could try the soft skin alternative tomorrow if needed. My left hand continued to play with her pussy. My mouth descended on a spot on the inner slope of her left tit about an inch above her areola if she was upright. With my mouth slightly opened I started sucking and then sucked harder. Mel winced and I softened my suction a little. She corrected me saying, “Harder. If it doesn’t hurt a little I doubt we’ll get a bruise.”

That struck me as particularly erotic as Mel had not shown any interest in pain- our spanking experiments had shown that. This meant that she really wanted the bruise. I sucked harder even though she winced with the pain and held the suction for at least 15 seconds. Finally, I softened my pull and moved my lips to surround her very erect nipple.

Mel gasped and exhaled a slight ‘Ahh…’. Her whole body tensed as her level of arousal went off of the charts. I could feel her hips grinding into my left hand with new strength. Her breath caught and her hand came to my head- pulling my face into her soft tit. My right hand was in the way but impossible to extract so I simply relaxed my grip and splayed my fingers as best I could. I tongued her nipple and sucked firmly.

In perhaps ten seconds, Mel was climaxing. Her whole body went rigid and pressed against me. I reduced my tongue action and held my fingers still in her pussy- riding the crest of her orgasm in satisfaction. If I hadn’t produced a hickie, I’d certainly enjoy trying again but I felt pretty good about my effort and was envisioning her bruised tit displayed above her corset.

Mel lay next to me passively as she recovered from her climax. In a sexy whisper she said, “Pervert. You hurt me- a lot- not on my nipple but before that. I’m feeling rather sore there but definitely looking forward to seeing a love bite bruise in the morning.”

She paused and then moved her body to roll onto her back. She then continued in her sexiest voice, “You seemed to enjoy marking me- are you going to fuck me now? I’ll play with my tits for you.”

I didn’t need to reply verbally. I simply re-positioned my body between her legs getting us into the missionary position. I then lifted her legs to rest on my shoulders as I slotted myself between her thighs. My cock knew the way but Mel reached down and guided it into her very wet entrance. I thrust – hard – and we each moaned with pleasure.

Mel’s hands came up to the outside of her tits and gently pushed inward. As I stared, I couldn’t help but see how reddened the skin was on her left breast where I’d sucked on her. It seemed angry over several square inches which made me feel a bit guilty. In a second or two I refocused in lust on the bigger picture. I absolutely loved watching Mel’s hands on her tits which she well knew.

She pressed a bit more firmly- mounding her breasts a little higher for my pleasure. Teasingly, her fingers started to move toward her nipples but stopped short of touching them. With her breasts being pushed into gentle mounds, her nipples were displayed boldly. The one I’d sucked was still a little wet and very red. Both were erect and inviting.

I thrust into Mel with deliberate strokes- more powerful than fast. I wanted each of us to feel my passion. We both knew that I’d last longer this time and neither of us wanted to rush. Mel’s hips moved in sync with mine to welcome my cock as deeply as possible.

She wondered out loud, “How big do you think your mark will be? Did you concentrate on marking me with a small targeted hickie or should I expect something broader?”