Playtime – Chap. VIII – Let’s Get Something Straight Between Us and Playtime – Chap. IX – James’ Second Encounter (The Dancing Girl)

PLAYTIME – CHAP VIII –
LET’S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT BETWEEN US…

The marrieds realize they both get off using “dirty words”.
“ People treat others so mean by calling them an asshole, or a dick, or a cunt,” she said, using that last word for the first time in her life. “ “Bitch” and “whore” fall into that category, too.”
Both felt those words should be compliments — a sexy woman proud of her body, knowing how to use it, and being in charge. They decide it’s patriarchal, putting the woman down, when she desires to be in charge. How unfair. And what is the “male” equivalent? “Gigolo” just doesn’t have the same connotations, in fact is almost a badge of honor with guys.
“And John, what woman doesn’t secretly like a dick? Some are merely more open about it, and then risk being called sluts, with tarnished reputations — “She’s easy.” Whores are experts at sex, aren’t they, and don’t they only want to give their customers satisfaction?”
Mary told John it really rocked her boat when James and he came inside her at the same time; and not only she, but John had neat experiences lately with their expanded sex life including their assholes, so why was THAT so negative? “John, I intend to be a whore in bed, and what that means is I want to be darn good at sex. If you want to call me a whore or a bitch or a cocksucker, I’ll just take it as a compliment and fuck you harder, thank you very much!”
“It’s like Tammy sang, be an angel in the morning and a devil at night! ”

So that was settled, the thing about “dirty words”.
He tested this out later in the master bedroom upstairs, dressing for work in the morning. She wore bra and panties, he was in briefs.
Tentatively, he said, “Can you believe that cute little bitch with her chocolate? Do you think you could out-bitch her?”
Mary wondered a moment at his new use of the term, and his language. Like her, she wasn’t used to “cussing” and using dirty words. She remembered their conversation and replied, “Any whore worthy of the name could make you come with or without some little bit of warm chocolate, don’t you think?”
“Are you that whore you’re talking about?”
“Hey, baby, these tits and this ass are on the best whore you’re ever gonna get a piece of, aren’t they?”
John smiled at her as she leaned over to him and clutched his balls, squeezing softly. He felt himself harden.
She knows what I’m getting at.
“So, if I wanted some cute bitch in this house to kiss my ass, do you think she’d do it?” Mary knew exactly what he was doing and joined the game heartily.
“Baby, that whore would not only kiss your beautiful ass, but she’d stick her tongue so far into it, you’d think some queer invaded your house and raped you. Are you suggesting you want this whore to rape you?”
“No, I’m just trying to find out if you get upset if I refer to you as a bitch or a whore,” he replied honestly.
“Oh baby, call me a cunt if you want. Me and this thing between my legs goes by many names, and I’m not offended by any of them now. You can say any of them, call me any of those names and I don’t mind. If you wanta call me your favorite fucking cunt, then that’s a compliment to me, okay? We talked about this, right? Now do you believe me? The next time we have Kelly over for you, let’s see how she feels about it. Hey, here’s something – the next time we have one of our Toys over for some more fun, why don’t you tell them that you want to see their tongue in my cunt? Tell them ‘fuck that bitch’. ‘Eat my whore out, she loves it.’ We’ll see how they respond.“ While Mary was telling her husband this, her hand was roaming from his balls to his increasingly-rigid cock, and over his stomach, pinching his nipples. She had leaned down now, took her favorite part of him in her mouth and savored the suddenly-damp end of it.
“Okay, okay, I’m convinced you’re not offended if I use those terms. C’mon now, we’ve gotta get ready for work – we’ll take the rest of this up tomorrow when you-know-who comes over again.”
She licked the tip of his penis once more, petulant and wanting more as always. “So, you know I’m not offended by those names, what are you not offended by?”
He pulled away from her succulent lips. “Gosh, I don’t know, hon. I’ll have to think about that some more.”
“How ‘bout if I called you my favorite cocksucker?”
“Aww, you know I’ve never done that. I don’t think I could do that…”
“Okay, baby, put that thought on hold. But let me say that if it ever works out that you do that, I think you’d be the best cocksucker ever. I know what you do when you eat me, so I think you’d be the best fucking cocksucker in the whole wide world!”
“Oh, you’re the hottest cunt I know — nothing like living with a lovely fucking whore!”
Mary grinned, “You say the nicest things. Hold that thought.”

PLAYTIME – CHAP IX –
JAMES’ SECOND ENCOUNTER (THE DANCING GIRL)

The week flew by. Excitement in the air – it was Mary’s turn again. A month had gone by since she and John invited her new Toy for their adventures. And John’s Toy Kelly had been over twice.
Ohmigosh, I can hardly believe what James and I have done together! John and I are closer than ever; we’ve gotten it on more in the past month than the past two years! And this sexual thing with Kelly, too!
And last night — John is so playful again! I was on the toilet, peeing, and he came in wearing only his underwear. Stood in front of me, pulled his dick out – hard already! – put it in my mouth. “Be my whore,” he said, like I was just some kind of receptacle. I put my hands around on his butt and let him use me while I peed — what a strange sensation….it almost felt like I was coming. I was peeing, and he was really fucking my mouth! But he was so gentle. I liked that. And he never fails to kiss me after I give him head.
He confuses me, though. His cock is in my mouth one minute, then his lips and tongue are on mine, so what’s with him not wanting to suck a man’s dick? It’s only one step removed when I’ve got him in my mouth and then he’s kissing me. He just needs to cut out the middleman. After all, he’s seen me suck Kelly’s pussy….and he knows I’ve never done something like that with another woman.
Paid him back later, when he went into the bathroom. Followed him in, stood behind him while he pulled his pants down and started peeing. I reached around, took it in my hand and guided the stream like he does. I could feel it going through his cock. I rubbed up against his rear, and he reached back and put my other hand between his buns, so I wet my finger and put it in his ass while he was peeing. We’ve never done THAT before. He shivered and stopped peeing for a moment, so I shook his dick, pushed a little more with my finger, and he started again. When he quit, I shook it and wiped my finger over the top to get that last drop off, like I’ve seen him do, and then I shocked him by putting my finger in my mouth to lick it off! I surprised myself! We both have become so sensual with our new game. I really don’t know why I did that.

There were more times when the two of them would share intimate sexual moments. No intention to “come”, no plan to take it “to the limit”. Just shared casual groping. We were never like this in the past, she thought, except the first year we were married.

Mary frowned. She and her husband had talked about tonight, the threesome with James. He was worried about this “gay” thing. But Mary had already gone down on Kelly, had let the girl kiss her and more. Kelly had even sat on her face and let his come drip into her mouth. Mary had thought this delightfully perverse, did it just for the sexiness of it, and she’d even deliberately raised her mouth up and sucked Kelly’s snatch for more! “Oh John, you just have to realize, when you’re in the moment and it’s right there, you don’t worry about that gay and lesbian queer stuff. It’s just sex and it feels good right then. Close your eyes and skin is skin, and a tongue is a tongue. Your come tastes just the same whether it comes from your cock or Kelly’s pussy.”

He thought about her answer. “But I just can’t see me wanting to suck some guy’s prick, that would make me gay,” he told her.
“So am I a queer – a lesbian?” she replied.
“I know you’re not,” he said.

“Maybe it all boils down to what you are inside, not necessarily what you do. Remember last time with James, I sucked both your cocks at the same time — yours and his were touching in my mouth, weren’t they…and remember when I had you put his dick inside me. All that touching certainly didn’t make you a queer to me! And I absolutely loved you doing that with me. You know, when you do things like that for me, I think it shows how much you love me.”
“Well, we’ll see how it all shakes out, hon. And you know our rules – nobody has to do anything they’re not comfortable with. Right?”
“Absolutely.