“My glass is empty, Carl. Can you get me a refill?” she asked sweetly.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Good. I decided I didn’t want to go to sleep after all.”
“Back in a bit,” I told her. I headed back to the kitchen. I guess the evening wasn’t going to be a total bust after all! I cracked open a second bottle of Chardonnay and topped my glass off again, and then carried it and the bottle back to the bedroom.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw what Marilyn was up to. No longer under the bubbles, she was now sitting up on the edge, her legs splayed wide, with a coating of shaving cream at her crotch and a razor in her right hand. BOING! I might not be a soldier anymore, but I was sure standing at attention!
Marilyn smiled innocently at me. “I like to be really, really smooth. Don’t you like that, too, honey?”
It took me a second to respond. “Uh, yeah, absolutely!” I filled her glass from the bottle, and watched her shave her pussy clean.
“I really want it smooth. Come here, feel if it’s smooth enough,” she asked.
Well, I’m nothing if not helpful! I set my glass down and went over to Marilyn and put my fingers to her pussy. My wife had a dreamy smile on her face as I ran my fingers over her pussylips and down into her slit, and played with her clit. I kept it up until she grabbed my arm and sighed in orgasm. “I think it’s pretty slick,” I told her.
“All right, hand me my glass and get out. I’ll let you know when I’m ready. Just don’t drink all the wine.”
I smiled at that, and Marilyn sank back down under the bubbles. I swallowed some of my own wine, touched it up, and then left the bottle next to the tub, so she could pour her own. I set her glass on the tub and wandered out of the room. I stopped in our bedroom. The Boy Scouts always say to be prepared, so it was my turn. I hadn’t been wearing an undershirt, but I had worn some briefs. I pulled my pants off and stripped out of them, and then pulled my pants back on commando fashion. I also kicked off my shoes and removed my socks.
What the hell! I had been looking forward to some fun and games when I got my wife home. She wanted the ‘Carl Buckman Experience’ and I wanted to give her one! I went back out to the living room and sat back down in the recliner. I wanted to watch Marilyn some more, but she had something in mind. If it involved the enema kit, I wasn’t interested in watching. I went back to reading my magazine.
It was about half an hour before Marilyn came out of the bedroom, and it was worth the wait. My wife had a pair of ankle strapped stilettos on, and a very sheer baby doll top, and nothing else but a spritz of perfume and a smile. She came over to where I was leaning back in the recliner, and leaned down. Her own musk was combining with the perfume to create an entirely new type of scent, something that would be worth billions if it could be bottled and sold. She began rubbing the front of my pants, and then whispered into my ear, “I really think I want the full ‘Carl Buckman Experience’ tonight. You up to it?”
I swallowed and nodded. “A man’s got to die sometime. Tonight’s as good a time as any, I suppose.” I dropped the footrest on the recliner and stood up, and then followed her swaying ass down the hallway back to the bedroom.
Marilyn had done some cleanup in the bedroom, too. The television was on, and the remote control was set by my side of the bed, and there was an empty videocassette box by the television, so that must be cued up and ready to go. Likewise, she had put several of her toys on the nightstand, along with one of the tubes of flavored lube she had picked up earlier. Even the lights had been dimmed. Marilyn must have wanted the full shot tonight!
I sprawled out on the bed and Marilyn climbed on after that, snuggling up against me and throwing a leg over mine. She was on my left side and her head was laying on my chest. I grabbed a pillow and added it to those behind me, propping me up some, and then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the remote. I flicked the proper button and the movie started.
We cuddled through the beginning, which involved three pairs of beautiful twenty-somethings arriving at a Caribbean island resort. The first scene was when the first couple hit their room and immediately got undressed and had sex. The blonde was extremely… pneumatic!.. and the guy looked like a steroid freak body builder. It didn’t matter to Marilyn; my wife was rubbing herself against me and very quickly had my shirt and pants undone and was reaching inside to stroke my cock. I helped by lifting my hips up off the bed and she pushed my pants down my thighs. Then I handed her one of the tubes of lube and she opened it and squirted some on my cock, and then proceeded to give me a very nice hand job.
At the start of the second scene, Marilyn stripped my shirt and pants off completely, and said, “I think I know where you want to put this.”
“Oh?”
“You’re going to fuck me with it, aren’t you?”
I smiled. “Maybe yes, maybe no. Any other ideas?”
She began stroking me again. “You probably want me to suck you first.”
“Good idea!” I pushed Marilyn’s face gently towards my mid section, and she shifted around on the bed. On screen, a busty brunette told her boyfriend, while they were out walking through the ‘jungle’ (which looked suspiciously like southern California) that she was feeling strange primal urges to get her ass fucked. They stripped off right there in a ‘jungle glade’ and got it on. Marilyn gave me head throughout this scene, and I held her head in place while she sucked me off completely, swallowing my load.
I sighed contentedly afterwards, and we both had some more wine. Marilyn was pretty lit, and she was going to have a headache in the morning, but tonight she was supremely horny. I set my wine glass back on the night stand and began playing with her body, and I could sense she was ready. Still, I needed to come back to life. During the third scene, the obligatory girl-girl scene between a pair of blondes, I had my wife get into a sixty-nine with me, and I ate her while she sucked me back to life. The last scene we watched was the second blonde getting a TP session on some sort of jungle altar, and that was when I began playing with Marilyn’s asshole, lubing it up with my fingers and opening her up with the new vibrator. She was moaning as loudly as the girl on the video by the time I knelt behind her and slipped my cock into her ass.
“You wanted the Carl Buckman Experience, didn’t you?” I whispered in her ear, as I fucked slowly into her rear. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“Oh, God! Fuck me!” she begged.
“Only sluts want the Carl Buckman Experience,” I whispered, “Ass sluts! Sluts like you!” I kept pumping into her, slamming my cock into her greasy asshole, teasing and tormenting her as she whimpered and moaned. Marilyn’s hands were beneath her, diddling her clit furiously as I assfucked her, and I could feel her squirming and writhing beneath me. It became too much. I grabbed her hips and rammed into her, collapsing down onto the bed with her, and unleashed another pulsing load into her backside.
We lay there for another couple of minutes, catching our breath and getting back to normal. I slipped out of her rear, and Marilyn and I headed into the bathroom. She used the toilet and I washed up at the sink. When I came out of the bathroom, I ejected the tape, now in another scene, and put it and the toys away. I finished my wine, and slipped on a pair of clean briefs. Marilyn came out a minute later, blushing with embarrassment. “Well, was it what you expected?” I asked teasingly.