The Anniversary, Part III: Back at Home

After the action in the car, we went into the house. The Daree escaped upstairs, hinting there was another surprise in store for me and leaving strict instructions to stay where I was. I assumed she’d gone up to take out the remote vibe, and that she’d return quickly, and I waited impatiently, wondering what the next surprise would be – perhaps a specially chosen porno, or some other toy? Since Dee is particularly turned on by the idea of getting it on in parts of our home outside the bedroom, being made to wait downstairs only heightened the anticipation.

Instead, she made me wait almost twenty minutes, but made amends for the unreasonable delay by showing up dressed pretty much as she is in the photo. The outfit – which I hadn’t seen before – was my second gift of the evening, and seeing her in it again brings back pleasant memories of that night.

The remainder of that evening is a blur – nothing but a collection of disjointed scenes running through my mind like some erotic personal collage. I remember towering over her, bending my dick down towards her as she sat on the floor between my legs with her head thrown back, looking down and watching my cock disappear between her lips and into her throat. I remember pulling her to her feet and pushing backwards over the arm of our sofa, still fully dressed in her corset and boots, and sliding into her. I remember bending her over the armrest a second time, and nailing her from behind, holding onto her waist and pounding my dick into her. I remember assisting her onto her feet and helping her out of the corset. I remember going upstairs and fucking her in our bed. I remember coming so hard, I could barely breathe afterwards.

I always tell Dee that it’s bad to set a precedent, because once you do something the first time, you’re stuck living up to that standard forever. I’m glad she didn’t listen… because now she’s stuck living up to a very high standard of pleasure, and our next Anniversary is right around the corner.