Modern Relations (part 01): Alexandra breaks a rule

Alexandra and Kevin made a point taking a break from their busy careers and social lives one Sunday of each month. Kevin called it Lazy Sunday. In typical fashion Kevin declared rules for this special day. He had a thing about rules Alex learned soon after they started dating. There were lots of rules in his place. Alex didn?t mind since most were sensible. Lazy Sundays had a special set of rules. Rule number one? No TV. So they typically spent the occasion reading, sunning, working out, eating and making love. Abstinence was most certainly not a Lazy Sunday rule. On this particular Sunday, Alex found herself unusually bored and more than a little bit sexually frustrated. Lately their sex lives had become a bit rote. Kissing, petting, disrobing, cunnilingus to orgasm, missionary to orgasm, doggy to orgasm and finally his orgasm. Yeah, okay, it didn?t suck that much. But even a good routine is still routine . If she jumped Kevin now, Alex knew gentle loving and pleasant sex would follow. With confident assurance, Kevin would take over. Then kissing, petting, yada, yada. Kevin had at least one tacit rule concerning making love. She had to enjoy herself then he could enjoy himself. Right now Kevin sat reading on the sectional, minding his own business. What would he say if she asked him to pull her out of her lounger, strip off her yoga pants, bend her over the sectional and fuck her mercilessly? The image of being ridden hard and put up wet played through her mind. Mmm . The last time she?d been unapologetically fucked was immediately after her last serious relationship with a ?nice? guy. Sick of vanilla sex, she'd instigated a thrilling one night stand at a conference. Alex couldn't even remember the guy's name but vividly recalled getting fucked first quickly in the alley outside a bar and then for hours in his hotel room. Once she'd made it clear what she wanted in the bar, the man had dispensed with all pretense of being gentlemanly. She hadn't been so thoroughly or unsentimentally fucked since. A natural submissive, Alex tended to gravitate to men who took a dominant role. And those men tended to suck at everything else. Nice guys, of course, tended to bore. Kevin didn?t suck at anything, nor did he bore. But he didn?t scratch her every itch either. Kevin was confident in bed and a rule maker out of it. By rights he should be a natural dominant. But? nothing. Maybe his considerate nature masked a deeper need to dominate. Maybe she should do the same here with Kevin as she?d done with that last one night stand. But somehow propositioning a handsome stranger at a bar for rough sex was easier than asking someone you love for the same. Alex surreptitiously pressed a hand against her aching pussy, trying not to squirm too much in her lounge chair. This train of thought was making her wetter. Christ, she needed a distraction. Better yet, she needed to draw Kevin to the wilder side without asking for it. She glared at the TV. She could see a smaller, darker version of Kevin reflected in the shiny black monolith. If only she could fuck that darker version of Kevin. Alex glanced over at Kevin out on the chase end of the sectional. How content would he be if she broke a rule? Broke the shit out a rule. Maybe she could manipulate circumstances so he would go to the dark side. Kevin hated-hated-hated the sound of the vacuum. And there was a rule about not doing housework on Lazy Sunday. Perfect. -- Alex abruptly arose from the lounger to walk out. Kevin admired her receding form. God bless the inventor of yoga pants. Today she had on a black pair Tunalı escort combined with a bright orange cropped top that left her midriff exposed. He gazed quickly from her legs and ass, past her narrow waist and over her strong shoulders to her beautiful expressive face. Alex had a strong but fine boned jaw, a long ruler straight nose, high wide cheek bones that framed intelligent green eyes looking out from under sharp black eyebrows. She looked determined as she scampered away on graceful feet. Something was up. Kevin considered following her, but inertia returned him to his Kindle. The anti-hero of his story was flogging the blindfolded and bound heroin in front of a small, all male audience in a magic ritual meant to gain power. Flogging was a bit of a turn off. But dominance, control and anticipation provided tension in this chapter. What would our hero do after the ceremony? What did he need to do to complete it? Would he sodomize her? Would he humiliate her in some way? Or would he give her over to the men to use as they wanted? How would she react? What would she think of her lover? Kevin's cock throbbed frustratingly against his jeans. He badly wanted to do naughty things to Alexandra. But he was sure his strong willed and somewhat straight laced lawyer would slap him at the mere suggestion. He'd had that type of fun with women in the past but only when they asked for it and only with inconsequential women. Alexandra was not one of those women. Hidden in his sock drawer was the engagement ring he bought last week. Soon, she?d be his only woman. Noises in the back of the house distracted Kevin from his reverie and the book. It sounded like Alex was dragging something around. What the fuck? Presently, she entered the living, Miele in tow. Kevin's jaw dropped open in disbelief as she plugged it into the far wall. Then she reached down to switch it on. ?Enough,? yelled Kevin. "What?" she asked innocently, while still bent over with her hand on the switch. "What do you think you are doing? There is no housework on Lazy Sunday,? he said indignantly. ?That's like rule three or something and you know I especially hate that infernal machine," he said pointing at the sleek red canister. "I'm bored and I want to do something and this room needs it," she shrugged. "Besides, this is the quietest vacuum on the market." "It?ll totally kill my bliss." She raised an eyebrow in challenge. "What are you going to do about it?" Kevin admired her ass while she was bent over. But vacuuming was unacceptable. He hated the sound. What was she thinking? She remained bent over, hand on the switch, just looking at him. She'd been patiently frozen in place for something like a minute. The vacuum switch was foot activated. Why use her hands? Why bend over like that? Was Alex playing? Conservative Alex? "Hmm," he said muttered . Instinctively he added, "New rule three, I guess. Housework can be done on Lazy Sunday..." She straightened up to face him. Was she looking disappointed? He swallowed hard before continuing "...but only in high heels." He smiled sheepishly waiting for her wrath. It was a small titillation, maybe she wouldn?t mind. -- Alex presented her ass invitingly, hoping for a punishment scenario. His hand on her ass. Walking around in heels would be a bit less playful, but it was a start. She'd roll with it for now. "Ok, but you'll look silly loading the dishwasher later," she smirked looking down at him. Alex turned and left without a word. Once in her closet Alex selected a pair of strappy stiletto sandals ulus escort bayan with clear stems. She examined herself in the full length mirror. Her beautiful legs looked even longer in high heels but she looked a bit cheap in yoga pants. -- To Kevin?s great surprise, Alex walked back in wearing heels and bent back over to throw the switch to her infernal machine. The heels were sexy, indeed they made her bend even further. What a delicious view. "Stop, stop," he said again with swagger he didn?t feel. She did immediately, once again frozen bent over the vacuum. "Great heels,? he said. ?Thanks.? ?But, they make the yoga pants look silly." He steeled himself and continued. "I think the rule should be you can wear heels." She stood back up looking confused. "Just the heels. Nothing else," he concluded searching her face for reaction . Her eyes flared for a second in disbelief as she stood back up. She crossed her arms. "Are you sure you want to go there?" -- Alex watched Kevin slowly nod twice making strong unblinking eye contact, as if he were afraid she?d disappear if he blinked. She waited before responding, unsmiling. She enjoyed watching him squirm. "Okay," she said. "The proper wording would be 'Housework permitted but in only high heels," she said as she walked out. -- "Fuck!" Kevin swore under his breath. He leaned back into the couch in disgust. She hadn't been playing and he'd misread her. "Damnit." Unlike some previous lovers Alex did not parade around in the nude. She was always modest outside the bedroom. Had he pushed against some prudish part of her upbringing? ?How long should I wait before I go after her and apologize,? he muttered to himself. -- Alex wore a huge grin as she slid into the bedroom. Finally something different was happening. Whatever this was, Kevin pushed a boundary. She hadn't been this giddy in weeks. She undressed completely and put the sandals back on then regarded herself in the full length mirror. She spent a few minutes getting a medium amount of makeup on. Her lips were red, her eyes accented and her pale skin smoothed. Looking down she confirmed the foliage was trimmed. The little patch of black hair above her clit was well trimmed and everything else baby smooth. She turned and looked over her shoulder to inspect her rear. Everything looked a okay. Next she grinned widely into the mirror. Nothing was stuck in her teeth. She sniffed her pits. She smelled clean but Alex put a dab of perfume between her thighs, over her clit and in the dimples on her back. She backed up, looking in the mirror considering the overall package. On a lark, she grabbed a stretchy black velvet choker and clasped it around her neck. Perfect. -- Kevin could hear Alex?s heels click- clopping back to the living room. He should have gone and apologized. Now he braced himself for a fight. Seeing her as she walked in stopped all thought. Nude and in heels Alexandra looked like heaven. She'd added that black choker. She looked like a sex kitten from a boyhood fantasy. Nothing real could be this sexy. She?d left a normal good looking girl and returned as a sex doll. She managed to switch on the device before he could say peep. He sat open mouthed as she began to work. Alex deliberately kept her legs and back straight bending at the hips with legs spread for balance. Working around the room, she kept her backside to Kevin. Frankly she spent longer than called for on her hands and knees vacuuming under furniture. Was she wiggling her ass on purpose? He completely forgot to be upset at the infernal Escort yenimahalle noise of that damned contraption. There was nothing domestic about her work. This was like a professional striptease. Kevin wasn't complaining. His cock twitched every time her bald pussy peaked between her spread legs. After five minutes, Alex brutally twisted off the power attachment and dropped it on the floor, leaving just the flexible tube and curved adapter in her hand. She began vacuuming up cobwebs in the corners of the low ceiling. With the handle shortened she had to stretch up, lean against walls or extend a leg for balance. She was definitely putting on a show. What happened to conservative little Alexandra? Kevin grinned ear to ear as she finally leaned over him, stretching her entire naked length to vacuum some unseen cobweb over his head. The view was fantastic. He noticed the makeup. She looked... like sex. He could just reach up and pull her down to him. But resisting the urge to maul her was sending throbs of pleasure through his cock, so he held back. While stretched over him, Alex made eye contact then salaciously looked down to his crotch. " Hmmmm " she hummed then turned away to switch off the vacuum. "Stop," he said as the vacuum wound down. Obediently Alex froze in place bent over, hand on switch , facing away from him. He took time to admire the view. Alex's pussy was visible between her long parted legs. He loved the small dents her pussy made between her thighs and ass cheeks as it peeked out. His cock throbbed with need. It was everything he could do not to stand up and shove right in her. Kevin wondered how far she would take the game. "That was quite a show." He cut to the chase. "Did you enjoy yourself?" "Yes," she admitted. "How about you?" "I might have liked it. Now, stand up and turn around." Miraculously she did. It felt natural to command and thrilling to be obeyed. "Stand here, facing me." He pointed to his feet. She walked to the end of the chase. "Spread your legs." He scooted down the sectional pushing his legs over the edge between hers. His face was right at pussy level. He could see she was wet. And he could smell her perfume mixing with her natural scent. Alexandra gave him a frank look. He reclined back onto the sectional so he was lying flat with his legs bent at the knees over the end. "Take off my jeans," he finally commanded. Moving slowly she unbuckled him then unsnapped the fly. He lifted up to help her move the jeans over his hips and ass. His erection popped out, happy to be free. She pulled first one then the other leg off and dropped the jeans. "I love that you go commando," she said. Time to push things more. How far could he command her? "Lock hands behind your back." She did it. She stood tall in front of him, arms behind her back, breasts pushed out and head held high looking down at his prone form. "Hmm, that makes your breasts stand out. Nice." "Well they need all the help they can get," she complained. "I love your breasts. They are bouncy happy people." ?That?s cute,? she said. ?So are your breasts.? Suddenly he loved her very much. His heart ached at her beauty and open display of sexuality. He hoped he was doing this right. He cleared his throat. ?You?ve done this sort of thing before?? ?I?m not sure I know what this is just yet,? she replied. ?So, it's hard to know.? "Let me make it clear then,? he said. ?Keep your legs straight and your hands locked behind you... and suck my cock." She arched an eyebrow at him but bent over, knees locked. With her mouth just over the head of his cock she looked up and smiled. Then she slowly extended her tongue and licked his head. Kevin let go of a breath he did not know we was holding. Maybe serious women are as kinky as everyone else. -- Alexandra loved Kevin's cock. It was longer than average and not too fat with a slight bend in the middle.