A where will it end story.

Here is a story that I have started.....I invite others to add to it to see "Where it Will End"

It was Friday lunch time.

“You have new mail” his computer told him.

Upon opening it the subject line read: This weekend lets enjoy as many of our fantasy’s as we can.

She started the email by affirming her love and how much that they physical side of their relationship meant to her.

She then went on to say that this was the anniversary of their first fuck (How did she remember that he wondered) She continued that this weekend should be a celebration of all their shared fantasies.

“It will commence when you walk in the door” she concluded.

He pictured the times when he would arrive home, open the door to see her naked. Her long blonde hair worn up in a French roll or a knob on the top of her head. And she would pull his pants down and take his cock in her mouth.

Then when he was about to climax she would say,” Do you want me to swallow or do you want to cum in me hair?”

The remainder of the afternoon dragged on as mind could not focus on his job.

His mind flashed to the many moments of pleasure that they gave to each other.

He remembered the first time she masturbated in front of him. Of how he would do the same in front of her and spurt on her tits… How she would rub his sticky cum on her nipples and say how much she loved his warm cum on her.

He recalled the many blow jobs she gave him. Some as he was waking, some as he come home, some as he was about to go to sleep.

His mind went to the times when she demanded that he be her sex slave for the day and times when she would say. I am you whore. Use me. Treat me like a slut.

His mind flashed to the times when she would wrap her long silky blonde hair around his cock and encourage him to cum in the softness of her hair…..Then he would wash her hair and have her moan with pleasure as he gave her a head massage.

He was proud of the fact that he now learned to read her signs. When she want long and luxurious times of tenderness and fore play. And other times when she just wanted him to pull her clothes off and fuck her hard, fast and furious on the spot.

There were times when she wanted him to use her and pleasure himself with her. And other times when she wanted him to pamper her: Bathe and dress her. To do her hair in elegant upswept styles and do her make up…..Then fuck her.

His mind was a kaleidoscope of memories and dreams.

He felt himself grow as he recalled the raunchy phone sex they have had when either one of them was away from home on business trips.

Just then the phone rang to bring him back to reality. It was her!!